The Second Tour of 44West

ch. 4 - benny-boy

Rion

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"What's up Benny-Boy?" I said as I entered his office without knocking and throwing my body to lay on the expensive green leather couch that was in his office.

"Dear God, Rion, you scared me." He said as he composed himself behind his desk, clutching his chest through his very nice, tailored dress shirt. "And what did I say about calling me that? You can not call me that."

"Oh come on. Who doesn't like a good nick-name?" I challenged, taking a decorative glass ball off of the table next to where I was laying and tossing it up and down above my face.

"Me." He said, and I could hear his rising annoyance, which only made me want to annoy him more. "And stop doing that. You're going to miss it and it's going to hit you in the face."

"Benny, you forget that I am a class athlete. Also, the danger is what makes it fun. No risk, no reward." I shot back, pausing only to wiggle my eyebrows at him and seeing him rubbing his hands over his face in frustration, making me chuckle.

"If you bust your face up, these women that are lined up to sleep with you won't want to anymore."

"That's a bold thing to say, Ben, but I have a feeling they will still want me. Besides, a scar would only make me more attractive, don't ya think?"

"Rion! Just put the fucking ball down."

"Okay, okay, Benjamin Franklin, no need to get angry." I conceded, placing the ball back on the table and sitting up so I could face him. "What did you need me for anyways?"

"Why am I getting calls from tabloids asking who you were seen leaving LimeLemon with last night?"

I paused, looking at him with a deadpan expression before I answered. "Because I left LimeLemon with someone." Montoya looked at me with a blank 'you can't be serious' stare.

"Who was it? At least tell me that so I can do damage control." He retorted, making me roll my eyes. See, one of the reasons why I stress him out so much is that he cares about what people say about me, and I don't. I mean, I get it. It's his job and I definitely don't make it easy on him. But I pay him almost triple what any other manager around here gets paid, so he can deal with it.

"See, I was hoping you could tell me the same."

Pausing before speaking again, he said, "You don't know who it was."

"Not a damn clue. I've been calling her No-Name all morning."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Rion, are you serious?"

"As serious as a shark attack, my friend."

"You always said you'd love to get bitten by a shark." He shot back, making me smile.

"Yes, because one: I'm obsessed with them, two: I want a kick ass scar, and three: It'd be one hell of a story." I smiled widely, chomping my teeth at him for a little extra pizazz. "But that has nothing to do with how serious I am. I don't know who she was."

"You're the worst."

"Yes, I know."

"Also, why am I getting notified that your underwear is getting bids on Ebay."

"Wait for real? How much is it going for?"

"Is that seriously all you care about? It's your fucking underwear for Christ's sake."

"Benny, I have underwear scattered all over God's green earth. I left mine in the hotel room this morning, actually so it could be No-Name trying to get some extra cash. Also, there's no proof that it's actually mine."