Page 155 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
Wyatt lifts the cup in a cheer. “Apparently, I did.”
Jenna gives me my cup, and then makes her way over to Portia, who’s still deep in conversation with Richmond and Lexy. Erika’s talking on her phone, and Randall stands next to her, busily typing on his phone.
Wyatt lowers his voice, asking me, “Do you drink coffee?”
I cup a hand over my mouth as I jiggle in a silent laugh. “Nope. But it has caramel and chocolate in it. How bad can it be?”
Wyatt lifts the cup to his lips. “Let’s see.”
He turns with his back to the others and takes a small sip. He drinks, and everything seems fine, until he grits his teeth.
“Uhh, don’t like that aftertaste.”
I smirk. “I’m guessing that’s the coffee part.”
Wyatt taps his cup against mine. “You try it.”
I’ve had coffee when I’m in a bind. Like, swiping my mom’s morning brew when I’m not awake enough for school. I wouldn’t say I love it.
I tip the cup toward my lips and take a sip. Sweetness glides over my tongue. The coffee blends with the nutty caramel and thick chocolate in a surprisingly delicious way.
“Mmm,” I purr, pulling the cup from my lips. “Not bad.”
Wyatt’s eyebrows lift. “Not bad?”
“I’ve tried coffee before. This is better than anything I’ve ever tried.” I tap my cup against his. “The you-you-don’t-remember had good taste.”
He grins. “That I can believe.”
With blackout sunglasses atop her head, Portia walks over in a tight fitting black jumpsuit and silver pumps. She holds a venti coffee cup in one hand, and a black Hermès bag sits in the crook of her other arm.
“Mornings never get easier, do they,” she says in a soft voice. “Did you sleep okay, baby?”
Wyatt clears his throat, his eyes averting to the floor. “Ah, yeah, fine.”
“Good. We need to be in tip-top shape for the recording booth.”
“Everyone ready to go?” Erika’s voice booms over everyone crowded in the hallway. “Wyatt and Portia, you take the first trip down.”
Portia steps onto the elevator with security and Jenna following closely behind. Wyatt nods at me, and we join them inside. When the elevator doors close, I smile with relief at the silence. Thank goodness, we’ll have a few minutes without Erika’s booming voice.
“You look happy,” Jenna says to me.
“Oh.” I blush, realizing everyone’s reading my expression. “Just enjoying the quiet.”
“You’re really not in this business,” Portia says with a subtle laugh. “If you can’t deal with everyone talking at once, this lifestyle isn’t for you.”
I nod, finding it hard to look her in the eyes. I know Wyatt’s a celebrity too, but Portia is a big name star. And she’s right here. Talking to me.
“Yeah, it’s one-hundred percent not for me,” I mutter at my shoes.
Wyatt takes my hand. “She’s just here for me. Everything got easier once Josie came back into my life.”
Portia awes. “That’s really sweet. It’s so good to have someone inyour corner.”
Wyatt glances at Jenna, and then back at Portia. “Just like you guys. You and Jenna seem like close friends.”
Portia smiles at Jenna. “Yeah, we are. I’d be lost without her.”
