Jason Deas - Benny James 02 - Pushed Read Free

clothing and got a little flirtier. Benny had plenty of experience with girls coming on to him. He was not much of a womanizer, but more of a magnet for the opposite sex. He had that it quality.
    People sensed he was special and wanted to be a part of his world. Benny had chameleon eyes and fantastic black hair that curled if grown past a certain point. His swagger and the way he held himself did it for most women. If that didn’t ice the cake, the deep voice and tight little butt smoothed it over.
    On the infamous afternoon, Benny had thought of a few more questions he needed to ask Lizzy, and dialed her beeper. When she called him back, Lizzy informed him she was getting a massage at the Breakers and had a room for the night. She said she did not want to be at home without her daddy—it had just been one of those days. Benny sympathized and promised to meet her in the room at the Breakers after the massage.
    When Benny arrived, the valet parking attendant’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the tricked out Gran Torino pulling into the lot. Benny had always loved unique cars. At a five star hotel, the parking attendant was used to driving all types of expensive cars, including Ferraris and Lamborghinis. Benny could tell by the look on the young man’s face that this parking job was going to be a special treat.
    “Good afternoon, sir,” the parking attendant said through the open car window.
    Benny decided to mess around with the guy a bit and have a little fun. Still in the car, he lowered his sunglasses slowly and eyed him up and down. “How’s it hanging, Ace?” Benny drawled.
    “Fine, sir. How are you this afternoon?” 
    “Couldn’t be better. Look here now,” Benny said popping up from the car. “I just checked the odometer and know how many miles my girl has on her.” Benny watched with amusement as the attendant’s face tightened. “I don’t mind if you take her for a little spin, but don’t put more than twenty miles on her.”
    The attendant tried to speak and Benny cut him off. “She’s pretty good around a hundred. Shakes a bit at around one ten, and is smooth as a baby’s ass from there to one forty.”
    “Oh, no sir,” the attendant was finally able to say. “We are under no circumstances allowed to take the guests’ cars out of the hotel lot.”
    “Make an exception,” Benny advised. “She’ll change your life.”
    Benny walked away, unaware that it was his life that was about to be changed forever.
    Inside the hotel, Benny took a moment to absorb the stunning beauty of the lobby. Feeling as if he was visiting a king, or in this case a princess, he made his way to the front desk.
    Before he had a chance to speak, a handsomely dressed man greeted him.  “Good afternoon Mr. James, we have been expecting you.”
    Benny realized the man must have seen him on television in one of his many interviews. He reached his hand across the counter and shook the man’s hand. “Beautiful place here. What’s your name?”
    “Charles.”
    Benny could tell by Charles’ reaction that not too many guests had shaken his hand in such a friendly manner across the counter.
    “Miss Clark left a key for you.” Charles handed over the key. “She also left a note.” Charles handed him the piece of paper. “May I help you in any other way, Mr. James?”
    “I think I’m good,” Benny smiled. “Thanks for your help.”
    “My pleasure, sir.”
    The note from Lizzy was filled with many clues Benny missed. He hardly ever missed a clue and rarely was he blindsided, but Lizzy snowed him over good. The first clue he should have picked up on was the perfume. Who sprays perfume on a note? Benny chalked up the heavenly smell to accidental touching and the proximity of the paper to her body.
    The second clue he missed was the heart she used to dot the “i” in her name on the signature. The third clue he missed was what the note said.
    To boil it down, it basically said: Here is a key to my