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The club was packed. Heavy bass thumped its way up through the floor, just loud enough to underwrite Devin’s humming. Head nodding lightly to the beat, her finger traced rows and columns of numbers, setting everything to rights.
She’d made more progress in the last half hour than she had in the weeks she’d tried to do this from the house. There was always a missing invoice, a packet of printouts mislaid where it would be too much effort to go and fetch them.
She didn’t even mind Rey glowering at her from his perch close to the door.
He wasn’t happy about the arrangement, but he was allowing it. That was the only thing that mattered.
“Ten minutes, Devin,” he ground out as footsteps sounded outside the door.
“Yes, dear,” she replied, a small smile tugging at her lips as the girls were turned away by Jackson. They were to tip out in the main office with the man Devin got a bare glimpse of before Beau hustled him out of the dingy, cramped office she was now ensconced in.
“For that, 5 minutes.”
“What?”
“First time you’ve called me that,” he husked, coming around the desk to settle his hands over her shoulders. Working away the strain of being hunched over the keyboard, he leaned in to take a long inhale at her neck. “Think I’m just going to let it slide?”
Devin could only groan, head lolling as he concentrated on one particular knot at the base of her neck.
“Fuck it, we’re leaving now.”
The urgency of his tone made her laugh, the sound turning into a squeal of delight as he plucked her from the chair into his arms. Handling her as if she weighed nothing, he turned Devin until she hugged his torso. Wrapped tight around him, she brushed a light kiss against the twitching corner of his lips.
“Fine, go bankrupt.”
“Worth it.”
“How do you expect to afford dozens of babies with no income,” Devin asked with a snort of amusement.
“I’ll support his lifestyle… for a small fee,” Beau said from the doorway, having snuck in without Rey lying in wait to slam it shut on anyone who dared try to enter.
“What fee?” Devin quirked an eyebrow, ignoring Rey’s grumbling at being interrupted.
“That tight ass of yours to start.” Smile brazen, Beau swaggered further into the office to collapse into the chair Rey so recently vacated. “A break from this place a close second. Need a night off, man.”
“Poor baby, are they making you work for your paycheck,” Devin said, her mock pout trembling with the need to laugh.
“Before you came along, we had a very good arrangement, woman.”
“No, we didn’t,” Rey said with a snort, letting Devin slide down his body until she stood on her own. “You worked when you wanted, and I took up your slack because we had no other choice.”
“I never said it was good for you, Danny boy.” Beau sprawled his long legs out, groaning as he arched in a stretch.
“Not happening. I’m not leaving her alone.”
“I’m safe enough in here with Jackson at the door,” Devin said, settling back in the uncomfortable chair, the wheels squeaking as she rolled back into her spot to begin working again. “I’m sure I could manage to stay out of trouble while you saw to the club, Daniel.”
“No.” Resolute and solid, he left no room for argument. Rey added a vicious growl to underline the point, dragging Devin’s chair back out to take hold of her arm.
“Wait, I’m safe at the house by myself, but not here?” Devin huffed, giving a slow shake of her head at the hypocrisy of it.
“You’re not alone at home. There are the guards, and Beau—”
“So I’ll sit with her at the house doing fuck all while you deal with this bullshit,” Beau snarled, one expensive boot knocking a flimsy chair into the wall with his fit of temper.
“Watch it,” Devin snapped as the offending piece of furniture caught the edge of the desk. Whirling to Rey, she glared up at him. “You said you would give me this.”
“For an hour and not a minute more. And your hour is up, girl. After this, you’ll be lucky if I let you work on it at the house.”
