Page 24 of Fish out of Water
Which did nothing to explain why I was unbothered by having to cancel on her. I should be at least a little disappointed.
But the thought of sitting across from Valentina when I could be tormenting Banana Pants left me pre-bored.
It didn’t make any sense.
I tapped on her number instead of sending a text. She at least deserved a phone call.
“Hi there.” Her voice was low and smooth in my ear. It was the kind of voice I should want to hear panting my name.
But the interest just wasn’t there like it used to be. “Hey, Valentina.”
“I was just getting ready for our evening.”
Damn. Not a date.
An evening.
I looked down at my dick. He should be sitting up. Torturing me for the situation.
The bastard didn’t even twitch.
“That’s why I’m calling.” I tried to offer the regret I couldn’t make myself feel. “I’m going to have to cancel. My uncle is missing—”
“What?” The buttery tone of her voice changed in an instant. “Youruncleis missing?”
“Yeah. It’s a thing that happens sometimes and I’ve got to go find him.”
“Do you need help?” I could hear her shuffling around. “I can get dressed and come over.”
I held my hands out as my dick completely ignored the fact that she’d been naked and practically purring at the thought of our night.
“No. My family is here with me to help.” The lie rolled off my tongue easily.
“Okay.” She sounded more concerned than disappointed, which made me feel like an ass. “Call me when you find him.”
“I’ll do that. Thanks.” I hung up, carrying my phone back to the bedroom where I’d dropped off my bag.
Something was wrong with me. Something serious.
I’d been chasing that damn woman for weeks, and it appeared tonight would have been the evening that ended my months-long dry spell.
But my dick clearly had no interest in it. He was relaxed as shit, hanging there like a beautiful woman wasn’t just getting ready to pay him a visit.
“Fucking Banana Pants.”
The change was almost instant. My dick went from oblivious to completely invested immediately.
And that was a problem.
Julia wasn’t my type, and I was willing to bet I wasn’t hers. I needed someone just as boring and predictable as I was.
She needed someone…
Crazy.
I shoved at my dick, trying to push him down and back where he belonged, but the asshole was suddenly not in the mood to be ignored.
The loss of a potential release and the companionship that came with it had me as edgy as my dick’s unwillingness to get on board with what I wanted.
