As he walked from bright sunlight into the darker interior, he tripped over something and fell flat on his face.
"Oww! Watch where you're going, buddy."
Ben rolled to his side and found one of the workers cross-legged on the temporary floor, with a handful of decorations and a glint in her deep green eyes.
She shrugged. "I don't know your name."
"Well, Ben. I’m hardly invisible, and you nearly squashed me."
"Sorry, I had no idea that anyone was there."
It clearly wasn’t fine, as she snubbed him and went back to making decorations. She leaned to the side to fetch scissors and some kind of raffia from a table. Her shirt lifted to flash a portion of a very trim stomach, and her jeans hugged her backside. With her hair tied in a ponytail, she was both cute and sexy. She stretched once more, and he was leaning more to the sexy part, about then.
"You're staring, Ben."
"Yeah, I guess I am.” He got to his feet as a compelling idea burst into his brain. “Are you a nice person?"
"Pardon?" she screwed up her button nose.
"Do you eat with a knife and fork, and are you pleasant to be around?"
Her eyes widened. "Are you having some sort of breakdown? Should I call someone?"
Ben grinned. He liked her spirit, and he could have phrased it better. Especially to a stranger. "I really do need your help."
"Look, I've got my hands full and I'm new to this, so let me get on with my work and find someone else to annoy."
"Jenna! For goodness' sake."
She turned to face a woman who was all shades of pink, and yelled back. "What now?"
The embarrassed woman pointed at him. "That's the boss, Benjamin Knight. The owner of this place."
Ben watched her study him. “Actually, my mother is the owner.”
The cursory look she'd given before made way for a more interested one. Here it comes, he thought. Once a woman knew he had money, the dynamics changed and suddenly he became more appealing, which did little for his ego.
"Well, sir. I respectfully suggest you let me get on with this, otherwise your wedding might not be ready for tomorrow, and my sister may be inclined to kill me."
Renee gasped, while Ben couldn’t help laughing at Jenna's attempt at civility, while maintaining her unimpressed stance. She was right back in the cute category.
"It's okay," he waved at Renee. "I'll leave her to it in a minute. I just need her advice on something, if that's all right?"
"Ah. Sure, Mr. Knight."
Renee, who appeared to be charge of everything except Jenna, went back to the job of checking the rest of the paraphernalia that Sarah had demanded for her wedding.
Ben was more determined to get Jenna to say yes to him.
"Now that we've established I'm not a weirdo, will you help me?"
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