Chapter Forty-Seven: Chaos and Debauchery

Devon smiled humming the last notes of Romeo and Juliet as the car rolled back into Mercer Street. The dusky fog hugged the streets of Soho and the cobblestones were glossy with morning’s early kiss. She was dead tired but it was nothing a triple shot coffee was going to fix as she had a lot to get through today. Jonathan would have the store open and the coffee brewing and pretty much everything would be perfect.

Well so she thought.
The police car parked outside her salon dropped her stomach to her toes. “What the...” She whispered as a hundred scenarios rushed through her head and none of them ended well. They couldn’t know? Could they?

She didn’t even thank the driver as she stepped out of the car and paused at the bottom of her steps. Her heart raced and she looked behind her at the empty streets and a quick contemplation of running off into them. She clutched her bag and walked up the stairs to the salon and opened the door. Jonathan was standing talking to the police-officer who was scrawling on a notepad.

“Devon! Thank god!” He rushed over to her and hugged her.

“What’s happened?” She asked cautiously as the officer nodded at her and kept scribbling.

“We’ve had a break-in. I tried to call you but your phone kept going to voicemail.”

Devon dug into her purse and retrieved her phone. “Dammit. I must have turned it off. What the hell happened?” Her eyes flicked around nervously. “What did they take?” She swallowed hard not really wanting to know the answer, as once you knew all hope was gone.

“Well, so far I’ve tracked down that they stole some steamers and the some of the till money--I haven’t been able to--god, it’s just awful”. He exclaimed.

Her gut churned. Money? Oh shit. She dropped her purse and dashed to the back office and tugged the draw that contained the box of money and thankfully it didn’t budge – still locked. She slid down to the floor against the desk and heaved a sigh of relief while her heart caught up with her.

“Everything ok?” Jonathan asked within the doorway behind her.

“God, sorry I just wanted to check. Well the draw.” She said lamely.

“The one you keep some spare money in?” He asked softly.

She half-smiled. smiled. “Yeah that one.” She must have been an idiot to think Jonathan didn’t know about it. But he wouldn’t have known exactly how much.

“Thank goodness and they didn’t go upstairs either. The cops think it was early this morning the break in. I think what they’ve taken is still going to be worth a bit though. You’re insured, right?” He asked as he helped her up concerned.

She brushed off her pants. “Yes, I am. And it’s fine. We’ll get by until that comes out. How much was left in the till last night?” She asked.

“Probably close to five thousand. It was the end of the week roll over.”

She blew her breath out. Dammit. She usually always cleared the tills on the weekend but of course she wasn’t here this weekend. “Ok. It’s ok. We’ll get that back, I’m just glad no one is hurt and the place isn’t trashed. I’ll get the security guys in today and upgrade the alarm system as clearly it wasn’t enough.

“Great, you’ll be ok financially to do that? I can lend you some if you need it.”

She sighed and put her hands on Jonathan’s shoulders. “Relax, I’ll be fine but that is very generous babe. What would I do without you?” She hugged him tight and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well you wouldn’t bag hot rock stars without my help.” He said matter of fact.

She chuckled. “Yes I guess you are to thank for the extra push.”

“You realize I just want an invite to the hottest wedding the New York has ever seen.”
Devon laughed. “Well, we’re getting ahead of ourselves here but...”

Jonathan’s eyes widened. “What! What are you not telling me you hussy!”

“He did ask me to move in with him and we agreed in a month that I would.” She bit on her lip as she watched Jonathan burst.

“What! Oh this is fantabulous news! Congratulations honey. Wow, I had to push you to even go out with him and now you’re jumping into his house.”

She shrugged. “It feels right - It just feels right.”

“I am ninety-eight per cent happy and two-per cent jealous for you!” He sighed. “No, okay I lie. I’m eighty-per cent happy and twenty per cent jealous.” He broadly grinned and she loved him for it.

“Thank you.” She breathed out again and pulled herself together. “Now, we need to talk to the officer, right?”

“Yes he just wants your details and I’ll make you a coffee while you do that.”

“Thank you.” She paused as Jonathan walked back out and her eyes fell to her draw. She knew she had enough to cover the robbery and replace any equipment easily until the insurance came through but she still didn’t like dipping in when she didn’t have to. She also was going to have to pay for the security upgrade as she couldn’t afford it to happen again. And it would take some scrimping to put all that back but she could do it. It’s how she’d managed most things.

The initiative she had with Carol and the fundraising she had with Dorothea would provide good publicity so if she was smart she would leverage it as much as she could so it would all work out.

Happy Monday indeed.

~

By mid-afternoon she’d restored some kind of palatable order to the salon. They were open for business as usual and after a quick inventory they had a list of what had been stolen and she had ordered new equipment and lodged an insurance claim. The security guys had just arrived in her salon and were fitting some new heavier locks and upgrading the alarm system. All this in the middle of Monday’s rush.

Just like Mrs Stonyhurst microdermapeel.

She was juggling fifteen things but still managing to see all of her regular Monday morning clients on time. She moisturized the final touches of the shine serum onto her face with her fingertips and stood back.

“All done Mrs Stonyhurst. Looks great and that pigmentation really has evened out.” She handed her a mirror and washed her hands.

“It’s so soft and I’m glowing. I don’t know how you do what you do Devon but you’re a miracle worker.”

“All part of the service.”

She showed her client out and checked her watch, she hadn’t eaten all morning so now was the time to try and grab a quick bite to eat before the next round. She quickly snuck into her office for her coat but stopped dead in her tracks at the door.

Sitting in her swivel chair was Jon with his legs crossed and arms folded and his face was flat.

“What are you doing here?” She asked as she leaned in her door frame.

“Sheesh no, wow--what a surprise. You’re the best boyfriend in the world for bringing me lunch on what I would class as a shitty day which you never bothered to text your favourite boyfriend about.”

He teased her but the guilt did creep in that she had been avoiding telling him. The truth was she knew he’d ride in on his white horse and try and fix it all which, god who didn’t want that, really? But she maintained she wanted to control of this herself. For one of many reasons.

“Sorry Hun. It’s been a nightmare. Look at me. I’m a mess.” She straightened her top and patted down her pants.

“What happened Dev? Who broke in?”

She came in and closed the door behind her and slid onto his knee on the chair. She wound an arm around his shoulder and pushed back his hair. The warmth against of him against her soothed her instantly “They don’t know who did. Just thieves that took what they could. The police think it was random.”

“So what did they take? You should have rang me, I would have come right in.”

The concern etched on his forehead was enough to make her felt guilty for not telling him sooner.

“I know, sorry. It’s been hectic. I wanted to get the business running and then get onto the security. Monday is one of my busiest days. I didn’t want you to worry, like you are now.” Her fingers traced around the worry lines in his forehead.

“Well I am, so what did they get away with?”

“Some dehumidifiers, some product and cash.”

“How much cash?”

“Five grand, it was left in the till.”

“What the hell was five grand sitting in the till for?” He exclaimed and she taken a back.

“It was end of the week. I usually come in on the weekend and cash it up. But I wasn’t here this weekend...so....” It was silly mistake but there wasn’t much that she could do about that now except to make sure it never happened again.

“Devon. God.”

“See, this is why I didn’t tell you.” She chuckled nervously.

“Well it’s a good thing you got the security guys in at short notice that must be costing a lot. Can you afford to pay their call out up front?”

“I’ve paid for the full installation already.”

Jon chuckled. “Gee can I have the name of your bank guy? You seem to get cash flow pretty quick.”

“What? I had a little stashed away. Sue me.” She snapped unintentionally as the paranoia bit away at her toes.

“Hey, I was just joking baby. But in seriousness you shouldn’t leave that much cash on the premises especially now. How much have you got here?”

She fluttered her eyelids. “A few grand.”

He relaxed his hands around her waist. “Must be more than just a few grand if you kept five in the till. I know a good bank guy that might help you manage your cash flow a little better, so it’s safer.”

With some quick thing to desperately get him off the subject she ran her fingers down his neck and around the hem of his sweater. The classic combination that he usually wore on causal days that consisted of a ribbed thermal top tight enough to show off his muscles and well-filled jeans suited her well.

Her lips brushed over his as his eyes watched her as she kissed down his chin.

His fingers threaded into her hair. “Subtle Dev, really subtle.”

“What?” She purred. “Do you want me to stop?” She slid down the chair and slowly to the ground so her knees bumped onto the floor.

His eyes locked on her as she hovered her mouth over the tight denim.

“That door is unlocked.” He noted weakly as she popped the first button open on his jeans.

“And?” She dragged her nail down the seam of his pants and it instantly hardened under her hand.

“Someone could walk in.”

And she would die if they did but this was worth the risk distracting him within an inch of his life.

She looked up at him. “Does that make you hot, knowing we could be caught at any moment?” He shifted in the seat and bit down on his thumb nail. “Well does it?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“Did you want me to stop?” She asked innocently as she tugged the zipper down.

“No.” He whispered coarsely.

“What did you want me to do?” She asked as her fingers danced delicately along his length.

“Suck.”

“Are we down to one-worded sentences now? Cat got your tongue all of a sudden?”

She leaned down and whisper licked ever so gently the tip of him. He groaned and gripped each armrest until his knuckles turned white.

“Not so soft.”

She raised her eyebrow and wrapped her mouth around him. She slowly slid down his length and back up.

“And faster.” He cleared his throat and wiggled in the chair.

Her teeth scraped over the delicate skin and he sucked in a big breath. She was crazy doing this in her office, hell in broad daylight. Usually people left her alone in her lunch hour but it was still risky but she had to get Jon off her ass about the money.

The hair around the base of his cock was soft and downy and the skin was hot. She reached in and cupped him sliding her thumb to the back of the soft skin of his sac.

“Oh Crap!” He jolted upright but took him deeper. His fingers gripped into her hair and he held her there as she slid up and down his length.

“Fuck.” Hard blue eyes drilled into her as her lips curved in a while hugging his cock.

Devon dug her nails into his thigh and squeezed his balls the lust coursed through her like hot blood. His breathing was shallow and the air was thick around them. She used the width of her tongue down his shaft and she wet between her legs from the pleasure she was giving him.

The sound of sucking skin filled the room as she picked up the pace. He clutched both hands on her head, spread his knees wider and arched back off the chair with a growl. Precum had dripped into her mouth and she knew he was only second away from climax.

“Mother-fucker.” He yelled as she scraped his balls one last time a she sucked and he came sizzling against her tongue. His hands released her head and she leaned back as he tipped his head forward. Sweat poured down his temples and his face was full of flush.

“You are evil. So so evil.”

She buttoned up his jeans and slid back onto his lap. “But you love me.”

His eyes narrowed. “I may do. But you totally just played me.”

Their noses bumped and her lips brushed against his. “Are you really complaining here, really?” Her eyes flicked up to his as she smirked. His face was flat but his lips twitched.

“What am I going to do with you?” He asked seriously as he kissed her gently.

“Oh, I have a few ideas.” She squealed her backwards and his fingers slid down the waistband of her pants.

“First though. I have to repay the favour.” He winked with a devil’s smirk.

And he did. Twice.