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“It’s childish,” he deadpans, looking me straight in the eyes.
I tilt my head forward. “Growing up is for losers. I intend to be a child my whole life. It’s better than having a stick up my ass.”
His lips thin, and I turn my gaze back to the laptop before I continue to speak. “So, Joyce wanted us to get rental items reserved, donations secured to not only pay for all of these things, but hold the shelter over for at least six months of expenses, and also lock in some sort of food for the event.”
I point to the screen and go on. “Each task has its own tab. After reviewing the past events and thinking I was going to be doing this on my own, I started with how to feed the masses and chose food trucks. There is plenty of room for three of them. I have a taco truck and one that does burgers and hotdogs already reserved for the day. I hadn’t decided what would be good for the third.”
When I glance at Bentley, he’s taking in all the information on the screen, and he’s moved closer. Our thighs are touching, and the heat from his skin is seeping through his jeans and straight to my core.
“We should do a beverage truck. Preferably one that will donate a portion of the profits to the shelter and serves beer. That will be helpful for the evening crowd. I actually might know a guy.” He pulls out his phone and starts typing. “I’ll take care of that since you already handled the other two.”
Well, that was easy.
I click on the next tab for rental items. This one is more complicated, but I understand my crazy. So, I start to explain my columns and the boxes next to them. Except when I’m only halfway through, Bentley takes the laptop from me.
“Hey, that’s rude,” I say with a slight pout.
He rolls his eyes. “I’m not an invalid. You don’t have to dumb everything down for me. Let me just take a look, and I can ask questions when I have them if that works for you.”
Okay, maybe he has a point there.
I lean back onto the couch cushion. “Just don’t change anything or I’ll kill you.”
He snorts but keeps his eyes on the screen.
My eyes watch his fingers like a hawk. I worked hard on organizing all that information, and I’ll be damned if I let him screw it up.
Too many minutes later, he finally hands my laptop back. “I like what you did with the booth items and bigger things like the dunk tank and ponies. Do the green ones mean donated?”
I nod. “I contacted as many people as I could who the shelter had done business with in the past and hoped repeat business would help. Orange means they at least discounted the service fee and red is full price. I figured that would help for planning other events as well, depending on what’s needed in the future.”
His palms smooth over his jeans. “Very smart of you. Have you asked for any monetary donations?”
I raise a brow at him, fighting a smile. “Isn’t that your job?”
He grins. “I said I’d handle that, and I will. I was just wondering if you’d taken it upon yourself to show me up.”
One of my hands runs through my hair as I laugh. “I think all of the tasks I’ve accomplished do that well enough.”
“Fair enough. So that I don’t ruin your spreadsheet, I can email you the donation information and you can plug it in here however you see fit?” He points to the laptop.
“That works for me. Do you have any lined up yet?” I ask, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.
His lips downturn. “Just one, but I’ll get more this week. Our goal is still fifty thousand, right?”
“Yep. Joyce is hoping for more than half of that up front from business donations if possible and the rest to be made the day of the event,” I answer, then ask, “Who is the one donor you have already?”
Our gazes meet, and heat travels down my chest, straight to my pussy. I try to break the stare, but I can’t. Bentley has me captured, and tingles rise along my skin.
He grabs my laptop and sets it carefully on the coffee table. “I think we’ve covered enough for tonight.”
My chest is heaving when I nod.
I’m not sure if Bentley came over here only to work, and if so, I’m going to be sorely disappointed.
He leans over me, and my back sinks further into the couch. “Kenzie.”
“Bentley,” I say, my voice breathy.
