Chapter 10
“Why aren’t you touching your food?” Genesis asks, smearing a fry with ketchup.
She’s seated on the floor, eating a steakburger and fries, and pops the fry into her mouth. While still waiting on my response, she takes a bite of the burger, moaning while swallowing her bite.
I don’t blame her. I’m sure the burger is fucking delicious. The chef in the casino restaurant is one of the best in the state.
My untouched lunch is across from her. She laid it out, placing the silverware and condiments to the side, as if setting the table.
“I told you I don’t lunch.” I set the report I was reading aside and stand. “I ordered it so you’d shut up.”
She frowns. “That’s wasteful.”
“Blame that on yourself.” I stroll toward the bar and pluck a bottle of bourbon from the shelf of options. I might not lunch, but I have no issue day drinking.
“The burger I ordered is healthier than that,” she comments, watching me pour a glass.
I chug the liquor in one gulp. “I drink when I get headaches. So, again, blame yourself for that.” I pour another glass.
“That’s rude.” She takes a sip of her water. “You know what’s also rude?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.” I guzzle my drink. “Now, be a good girl, eat your food, and entertain yourself.” I set the glass down and head toward the door.
“Will you be late?” she calls out to my back.
“I’m always late.” I leave the office without giving her the chance to reply.
It’ll be a long night for her, but she asked for it.