Page 28 of Fish out of Water
“You took all his money.” She followed me as I went back to the suitcase and started digging out a fresh set of clothes to wear while I finished this shit-show of a day. “And you didn’t seem real worried about what happened to him, so I figured Ishould try to figure out where he was.”
I yanked a shirt and a pair of shorts free and turned to face her. “And did you?”
She stared at me for a second. “I don’t want to tell you.”
That wasn’t a no.
If Julia found something I wanted to know what it was.
Hell, at this point Ineededto know what it was.
I needed to get this over with.
I needed to go back to my life.
I needed to reset my dick’s preferences.
Again.
“Close your eyes.”
Her baby blues immediately dipped to where my dick hid behind Vito’s polyester puffer coat. “Why?”
“Because, in case you forgot, Mrs. Sherling just went to call the police and I’d prefer to meet them without my dick flapping in the wind.”
She rubbed her lips together. “I’ve already seen it.”
“In the dark.”
“It wasn’tthatdark.”
“You must have been looking awfully hard to get a peek at it, Banana Pants.”
“It was right here.” She motioned to her belly. “Did you think I wasn’t going to try to look at it?”
“I’ll send you a picture.” I made a spinning motion with my finger. “Turn around.”
Her mouth dropped open a little. “I thought you said I could close my eyes?”
“I don’t trust you anymore.” I grabbed one of her shoulders as the sound of sirens carried through the open and broken window. “You’ll kill yourself trying to look through squinted eyes.” I dropped the coat and pulled on my boxer briefs. “What did you find?”
She lifted one shoulder and let it drop.
“Are you pouting because I made you turn around?”
“It was shoved up against me.” She crossed her arms. “I think I deserve a look in the eye after that.”
She wasn’t the only one on board with the idea. I pulled up my pants, cramming my dick down as much as I could before buttoning the waistband. “Tell me what you found and maybe we can talk.”
She barely peeked my way. “Are you making dick deals, Grant?”
This is what my life had come to. Canceling a date with a gorgeous woman who should have been all I wanted.
Only to end up bargaining with Banana Pants about whether I’d let her see my dick or not.
And hoping like hell she took me up on it.
Chapter Seven
