Page 127 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
I can’t believe this is real.
I’m no longer in my bedroom, swooning over the boy who got away.
I’m standing here, as my boyfriend serenades the world.
The elevator pings and heavy footsteps enter the penthouse. I turn toward the elevator entryway, and extra security guards appear first. My eyebrows knit together in confusion, and then a man in a sharp suit enters behind security.
Soon, Lexy’s assistant Thea walks in with a wondrous look in her eyes. “My gosh, Wyatt.” Thea gasps. “You’re playing again. Awesome.”
“I’d recognize that song anywhere,” a voice says from behind Thea. “Only you could play it that well, baby.”
Oh crap.
I’d recognize that voice anywhere.
But it can’t be.
Can it?
Oh my gosh, it is.
Nineteen
Thea steps aside, and my jaw won’t get off the floor.
From her sleek dark hair, falling below her ribs. To her flawless makeup, plastered over her olive skin tone. Wearing a high-priced wardrobe, accessorized with premium jewelry, I know exactly who she is.
Portia.
The child model, turned teen popstar, turned actress.
A member of Circle 8. The girl on my wall with my face plastered over hers.
My stomach plummets.
She’s here. Not only in the building, but in the penthouse, and she’s aimed at Wyatt.
Following her across the floor is a girl, who’s about a foot shorter than statuesque Portia. She has wavy chestnut hair and wears oversized, thick-framed glasses. I’d take a stab and guess she’s Portia’s assistant.
Portia stops a few steps away from Wyatt and applauds with demure claps. The guitar hangs off Wyatt by the straps, otherwise, I’m sure it would’ve hit the floor by now. His eyes are round and chin drops low, absolutely awestruck by the beauty standing before him.
“Wyatt,” Erika says, motioning at Portia. “This is Portia. She’s your co-star and duet partner.”
“Oh,” Wyatt mutters. “Uh, umm, hi.”
“Hi.” Portia then sighs and throws her hands out wide. “I don’t care if you don’t remember me. I just want to hug you.”
As Portia flings herself around Wyatt, he almost loses his balance before embracing her back.
She giggles, awkwardly hugging him with the guitar between them. “Hi baby.”
Baby?
Ugh. This is not good.
Wyatt mumbles a nervous laugh. “This isn’t awkward.”
Portia pulls out of the hug, fixing her hair behind her ears. “Good to see you still have your sense of humor.” She sighs again, trying not to frown. “My gosh, I’ve missed you.”
