Blake winked. “Hey, what’s the benefit of a bazillion Bennetts if not to help each other?”
That was honestly the family motto. I did feel a little guilty though, because Christmastime was a stressful period for everyone. Christopher and Sebastian had their hands full at Bennett Enterprises—demand for jewelry went up at this time of the year. Blake’s restaurants were booked with Christmas parties and whatnot.
We got to work immediately. Everything was so much easier and quicker when you didn’t have to do it by yourself. Besides, it was always a hoot to have them here.
“Just saying, if Daniel and I had had the identical twin card to play, things in the Bennett clan could have been completely different,” Blake said. I smiled to myself. Christopher had an identical twin, Max. They’d been dubbed the serious brothers, even though they’d always been pranksters.
“Doubt it,” Christopher said.
The two sets of twins were forever in a competition with each other.
“Hey!” Sebastian said. “How about you focus on work? Sienna and I are twice as quick.”
We finished in under one hour.
“When are you painting?” Sebastian said.
“Saturday.”
“We can drop by and help you,” Blake said.
“No, no. I won’t hear of it. I know you’re all busy at Jenna’s house.”
Christopher cocked a brow. “But you won’t be able to finish by yourself in one day.”
The tips of my ears were red. Shit, could they tell? For some reason I wanted to keep my day with the boss to myself. I was an easy prey for the Bennett men to sniff out that I wasn’t going to paint alone.
“I’ll make do,” I reassured them as I bid them goodbye.
***
On Friday, I was on pins and needles. Especially when a certain grumpy but sexy-as-hell boss reminded me that I’d see him on the weekend too.
“Let’s grab breakfast first on Saturday morning,” he suggested after I gave him my address. We were in the food court on the ground floor, discussing my idea of adding a permanent entertainment center. Even though he didn’t plan to add it right away, we wanted to get a cost estimation.
“There’s a great deli in your area.”
“No time. I’ll have some sandwiches ready.”
“Sienna—”
I shook my head, pointing a finger at him. “You don’t get to make the rules.”
“I’m your boss.”
“Not in my home, you’re not.”
“We’re still at work.”
“Making plans for the weekend... at my house.”
Winston’s eyes flashed. I could tell he wasn’t used to anyone saying no to him. He was about ten feet away from me, but even from a distance, I couldn’t ignore all that masculinity rolling off him. I tried, but it was becoming increasingly harder.
Thank goodness the ground floor was already bustling with activity as early shoppers ate breakfast before hitting the shelves.
He cocked a brow. “You’re feisty.”
I grinned. “I know. Besides, I’ve upgraded you from dictatorial and grouchy to just grouchy. Don’t lose all that progress over a breakfast. There’s a lot of work to do. If we eat breakfast out of the house, we’ll start too late.”