Page 70 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“They can come here.”
“They have to work.”
“I’ll make Erika give them money to cover their wages.”
“I don’t think it’s that simple.”
“None of this is simple. I’m in a fr-freaking penthouse and can’t remember how I can afford it.”
I wipe the wet from my face and sit up to look him in the eyes. “My parents won’t listen to me. I already tried.”
Wyatt hangs a thumb over the back of the couch. “We’ll get Erikato call them. Why don’t we use her motormouth for some good. Heck, she convinced your parents to let you come here, didn’t she?”
I chew my lip. “I guess.”
“You don’t want me to ask her?”
“I’m just...”
His fingers plant under my chin. “What?”
“Well, Dad said, they might just be using me. That you might all leave, and I’ll be stranded here. What if Erika...”
“Joze.” He sits up, determination in his eyes. “I would never let that happen. You’ll be protected. I promise.”
“I know you wouldn’t, but...”
Wyatt nods. “You don’t trust them.”
I nod, sniffing hard.
“Me either,” he mutters. “But we’ll use them to keep us together. We’ll figure out how to shake them after we make sure we’re not split up.”
I exhale slowly, caressing the sides of his face. “Okay.”
He grins brightly. “Okay?”
I nod. “Ask Erika to keep me here.”
Hurriedly, Wyatt leans in and kisses me. As if he’s giving me life, my lips suction to his. Only when I become very aware of other people in the room, do I break away.
Wyatt turns and looks over the back of the couch. “Erika, I need a favor.”
Erika stands at attention, exhilarated by the thought of managing something for Wyatt.
Wyatt gestures at me. “I need Josie to stay. No excuses. You need to make her parents understand.”
Erika’s enthusiasm wanes. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. You know, Josie has a life to get back to.”
“I’ll never go back to work if Josie doesn’t stay,” Wyatt saysbluntly.
Erika and Lexy share apprehensive glances, and then Erika nods, lifting her phone. “I’ll make a call.”
Wyatt slides back down on the couch, but his eyes stay peeled on his management group.
“I might only be able to stay a few more days,” I whisper.
“We’ll g-get your schoolwork emailed,” Wyatt says flippantly. “You’ll go to school wherever I go.” Wyatt catches Randall staring, and asks him, “Where do I go to school?”
