Page 50 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
Erika guffaws. “Excuse me? Don’t you know who’s paying you?”
“I’m paid to do a job,” he says, broadening himself in front of the doorway. “And my job is to keep you out of this room while he’s in there.”
I rub my lips together, suppressing the urge to smirk at hasty Erika is stonewalled.
Erika lunges for the door handle. “It’ll just take five minutes.”
In one swoop, the man grasps Erika’s wrist and forces her backward. “You know the rules.”
Erika groans, brushing back the loose hairs falling out of her no-nonsense bun. “He’s already made all the progress he needs. For goodness’s sake, he’ll be released soon. We don’t need these silly rules anymore.”
The door opens from within, and Savanna emerges. “What the heck is going on? We can hear the squabbling from inside.”
“I just need two minutes of Wyatt’s time,” Erika rushes, ready to mow down Savanna to get inside.
Savanna frowns. “He’s walking and doesn’t need the distraction.”
My back curves with my slouch and I back away, humiliated at the idea of being associated with Erika.
“Oh, Josie,” Savanna says, mood lifting. “We’ve been waiting for you. Come on in.”
I point at my chest, still hunched. “Me? Are you sure?”
Savanna beams. “Of course. Get over here.”
I clutch my elbows tightly as I slip past Erika’s steely gaze.
“Just Josie,” Savanna says curtly.
“Fine,” Erika says, straightening her blazer over her sheer blouse. “I trust Josie to help Wyatt with his recovery, anyhow.”
A slimy feeling slithers over my spine at her words, and I duck into theroom before catching another look from Erika. Savanna closes the door behind us and it’s a relief even before I lay eyes on Wyatt.
“That woman,” Savanna mutters under her breath. She then nudges me and her tone is upbeat. “Check out our champ.”
He takes my breath away. Wearing a light gray t-shirt, black sweatpants, and white sneakers, Wyatt holds himself up between two parallel bars. They’re about twelve-feet long and on the floor, between the bars, is a rubber mat for him to walk along.
“Wow, Wyatt, you look so strong,” I say, following Savanna across the gym.
“I think I workout,” he jokes, holding onto the bars. “Look at my muscles. I still remember myself as being skinny.”
“Ready to get moving again, Wyatt?” Savanna asks.
He nods, stepping forward as Savanna walks on the outside of the bar.
I tilt my head, watching his biceps flex. “Does it feel weird, being stronger? Does it feel like your body?”
“I spend most of my days feeling exhausted,” he says in a strained tone as he steps along the rubber surface. “It’s nice that I have some strength.”
“Well, I’ve seen you workout,” I say, blushing. “You’ve posted them online.”
“I have?” Wyatt turns his body to face me, and he slips, losing his balance.
“Wyatt,” Savanna yelps, rushing to help him.
My hands clamp over my mouth as I gasp.
Wyatt grunts, pulling himself up. “Ugh. I’m good.”
