Page 17 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
My hands tremble as I reach for the papers. “Oh, really?”
“You’re going to hear about Wyatt’s medical history and condition. We need to ensure his protection.”
“I would never spread information about him.”
Erika smiles. “Of course, you wouldn’t. This document just gives us peace of mind.”
I swallow hard, glancing down at the papers in my hands.
“We need you to sign it before visiting Wyatt,” Erika says, tapping the face of her wristwatch. “And we want to get you over there ASAP.”
I frown. “It’s five pages long.”
“It’s standard stuff,” Randall says, glued to his phone. “Just scribble your signature on the last page.”
“Umm. I don’t get to read it?”
Erika sighs. “Of course, you can. But Wyatt wants to see you now.”
Randall shows Erika the schedule on his phone. “He will have finished physical therapy now. He’ll be expecting her.”
Tingles ripple through my veins and I shift in my stance. “Wyatt’s expecting me?”
Erika smirks. “That’s why we’ve brought you all this way, dear.”
Even though my distrusting father is in my head, urging me not to sign something I haven’t read, I do it anyway. Whatever the fine print says pales in comparison to seeing Wyatt.
It doesn’t take Erika long to take the document back from me. “Great. Thank you. Now, I have to meet Martin downstairs. Randall, can you make sure the presentation is ready to go in the business center?”
Randall nods. “On it.”
Erika looks me up and down. “I suspect you’ll want to freshen up before you leave to see Wyatt?”
I flinch, unintentionally sniffing for BO.
Erika peers at her wristwatch. “Lexy will be here in thirty minutes to escort you to Clearview. That should give you sufficient time to shower and change.”
I wince. Change? I’m already wearing my best outfit.
“Problem?” Erika asks, taking in my twitchy mood.
“No,” I rush. “I’ll be ready in thirty minutes.”
Erika points to the floor. “Lexy will meet you in the lobby.”
“Lexy? Is she another assistant?”
Erika mumbles a laugh. “No, dear. Lexy is from public relations.”
I swallow as the information sets in. I’m going to see Wyatt with a PR person? Why? Is she here to ensure there’s the right spin on this trip?
Oh boy. I wish my dad and his conspiracy theories wouldn’t leap inside my head.
“Good luck with your visit,” Erika says, and then snaps her fingers at Randall, motioning for him to follow her out of the suite.
Finally alone in my hotel room, I exhale hard, looking down at my pink cardigan and skirt. Do I really need to change? I guess it was a long flight. But Randall took two flights and is still in the same suit.
Okay, I have thirty minutes. I can at least freshen up in the meantime. I move into the bedroom and find my bag on the bed where the attendant left it. I pull out my toiletries and unfold my clothes. I hold a green dress with purple flowers in front of me.
