Page 60 of Fish out of Water
Julia pointed to his lower half. “Do you have those in his size?”
I almost argued. Almost shut down the whole thing.
But Julia and Benjamin were already gone, on the hunt for my own pair of Pineapple Pants.
Julia stood at his side, a hanger wrapped in black plastic hooked over one finger as she dug through the rack of brightly-colored pants.
She suddenly gasped. “Oh my gosh.” She whipped a pair of pants off the rack and spun my way, holding them up between us.
I shook my head. “No.”
This wasn’t who I was.
Her lower lip pushed out. “Please just try them on for me?”
I needed to say no.
Should want to say no.
“Please?” She wiggled the pants, shaking the loud print my way.
“Fine.” I snatched the pants away from her and went straight for the line of dressing rooms along the side wall. "Whatever it takes to get you out of here.”
I pulled the door closed behind me and shucked the khaki shorts I tried to stick to. Clothing was a slippery slope for me, and the safest thing was to stick to the basics. Black. Khaki. Grey.
Nothing too out there.
And these pants were as fucking out there as it got.
I yanked them up my legs, buttoned the fly and whipped open the door.
Julia stood just on the other side. She immediately shoved a shirt my way. “This too.”
“I’m not a fucking Ken doll, Jules.”
Her blue eyes immediately dipped, fixing right on my dick. “You come way more equipped than Ken.” Her gaze came back to my face, leaving my dick feeling neglected. “You’re more like GI Joe.”
I grabbed the pale-yellow shirt that perfectly coordinated with the toucan print of the pants then I shut the door, blocking out the sight of her smiling face.
This was a cycle I was familiar with. One I’d been a part of before.
But this time it seemed a little backwards.
I whipped off my v-neck t-shirt and pulled on the butter yellow button-up, fastening the pearled disks as fast as I could.
Only because I needed out of here.
Not because I was rushing to give her what she wanted.
To make her happy.
To make her smile again.
I opened the door but didn’t step out. “There? Happy?”
“Do you not normally dress yourself?” Julia came straight for me, grabbing the collar of the shirt and adjusting it before unfastening the top button.
Then the one under it.
