Benny Watts Imagines

Hotel Room

Benny finished up with the Vegas tournament for that year, the press dealt with his winnings collected from the organizers so he headed to the hotel bar for a beer to celebrate. After a while of him sitting at the bar nursing his blue ribbon beer, a girl sits down beside him. At first, he didn't think much of it but he absentmindedly glanced over when he heard her voice, and his jaw hit the floor.

She was wearing a pair of black platform heels, black sheer thigh high stockings, white petticoats under a black shimmery knee high dress with a off the shoulder top, she had a silver locket around her neck, a silver watch on her wrist, and a impressive ring on her little finger, She had bouncy hair curled up like Marilyn Monroe, with the make up to match it the look. She set her small white handbag on the bar and ordered a drink, "Vodka cranberry, save on the ice" she ordered from the barman

Benny's gaze lingered on the girl, his eyes scanning every inch of her figure before finally focusing on her face. A slow smile spread across his lips, "Looks like someone's celebrating too," he said, his voice low and smooth, drawing out the last word into a husky purr.

she scoffed a little at his attempts to strike a conversation with her "I suppose I am." She answered not making eye contact as she waits for her drink

Benny chuckled and took another sip of his beer. His eyes roamed over her profile, drinking in the delicate curve of her and the way her eyelashes fluttered against her skin as she gazed away. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper, "You know, I'm not just any ordinary guy who tries to strike up conversations with beautiful women. I'm Benny Watts, the greatest chess player this side of the Mississippi."

she got her drink and paid before sitting her bag on the back of the chair "My, my, Benny Watts. Aren't I a Lucky girl?" She joked, "I take it you're here for that big chess thing going on in the conference rooms?"

Benny's smile grew wider. He nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he replied, "The Vegas Open, yeah. I'm defending my title. But I have to say, I'd much rather be talking about something else with you." His gaze drifted down to her throat, where the silver locket glinted in the dim light of the bar. "What brings a lovely woman like you to a place like this?"

"The Vegas Poker championship," she answered "Y/n Y/L/N, Top two poker players this side of the Atlantic," she introduced herself

Benny's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his interest piqued by the revelation. He couldn't help checking her out and trying to hide the small blush that forced it's way to his cheeks, he knew Y/n, having seen her in sports illustrated a few times and... They have have been... A few of her pages under his bed- but he did his best to keep his cool. He set his beer down, his hands steepled together as he leaned in, a hint of competitiveness creeping into his voice. "Y/n Y/L/N, huh? I've heard of you. You're quite the legend among poker enthusiasts, I uhh dabble a little myself,"

"Thank you, nice to know I have a reputation. I've heard of you too, October's sports illustrated they did you wasn't it? Very brooding." she slightly teased

Benny's face flushed a deeper shade of red as he tried to play it cool, but his eyes betrayed his embarrassment. He glanced away, clearing his throat before responding, "Ah, yeah... that shoot. I guess they liked the whole 'tortured artist' vibe I was going for." He chuckled awkwardly, running a hand through his blond hair. But then, his expression turned serious, and he leaned in closer, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone, "So, Y/n, what do you say we make a bet? Loser buys dinner?"

"And what would we be winning or loosing at Mr watts?"

Benny's grin spread wide across his face as he leaned in, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"A game of chess, sweetheart," he whispered, "Winner takes all... including bragging rights, of course."

she scoffed "Now why would I willingly try and play benny watts at a game of chess? You think I'm stupid?"

Benny's grin faltered for a moment, but then he recovered, his confidence returning in full force. He leaned back in his chair, a sly smile spreading across his face once more "Oh, I don't think you're stupid, Y/n," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "I think you're intrigued. And besides..."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers as he picked up her hand, His thumb danced across her palm, "You see, when I win, you have to admit defeat... and kiss me." Benny's eyes locked onto hers, challenging her to accept the terms of their little game. His gaze burned with intensity, leaving no doubt about the outcome he had in mind. he gave her hand a little kiss,

"Why would I? A professional poker player take the chance at playing the US beat chess player at a game of chess? Be like you willing playing poker with me." She explained removing her hand from his grip and finishing her drink "And if you want a girl to kiss you so badly Mr watts, you could just... Order her a drink?" She suggested,

Benny's face fell, his lips curling into a mock-offended pout as he raised an eyebrow, feigning hurt. "Oh, so now you're playing hard to get?" He laughed, the sound low and husky, as he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together in front of him. "Well, I suppose I can play along," he drawled, his eyes glinting with amusement as he signaled the bartender for another round. he said, his words dripping with seduction. "How about we cut the crap, finish this round and then you meet me in my hotel room tonight... alone." Benny's smile was a slow, lazy curve of his lips, inviting her to join him in a game of cat and mouse.

she raised an eyebrow and sipped her drink "bold aren't you?"

Benny chuckled, the sound low and confident, as he leaned back in his chair, a smirk still plastered on his face. "I'm not bold, darling... I'm just direct." He shrugged, his shoulders rolling beneath his leather jacket, as he reached for his beer. "I make no apologies for wanting what I want," he said, his voice smooth as silk, as he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip.

"And tell me exactly what will happen if I came up to your hotel room?"

Benny's eyes flashed with a hint of mischief as he set his glass down, his gaze never leaving hers. "Well, I think that's fairly obvious," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "If you came up to my hotel room..." he paused, letting the silence hang between them like a challenge. "...you'd find out just how well I play chess...off the board." he winked, Benny's smile was a sly, predatory curve of his lips, as he leaned forward, his eyes burning with anticipation.

"Time?"

Benny's gaze snapped towards the clock on the wall behind her, his eyes lingering on the time before returning to hers, "Midnight," he said, his voice low and husky, as he nodded once, sealing the deal.

she nodded finishing her drink, as pulled a compact mirror and lipstick tube from her bag touching up he make up before returning them to her bag, "I'll see you then benny" she cooed putting her handbag on her shoulder and giving Benny's cheek a kiss leaving a bright red fresh lipstick kiss on his skin before she left the hotel bar,

Benny watched her go, a slow smile spreading across his face as he lifted his fingers to touch the kiss on his cheek. "Mmm... Y/n," he whispered to himself, a low hum of anticipation vibrating through his chest. He glanced around the dimly lit bar, making sure they were alone before standing up and heading towards the elevators.