She did, but he’d get the wrong idea, and she still had a job to do. They’d come too far for her to allow her personal problems to jeopardize all her hard work. She flicked her wrist toward the chair in front of the desk, as hard and as wooden as the one behind it.
“Have a seat.”
He remained standing.
“If you give me a few minutes, I can read some of the results. I’m not sure what you’d like to know, but—”
“I don’t want to know a fucking thing,” he said flatly. “Not until you tell me what the fuck’s wrong with you.”
“Cramps,” she said, not a lie. She just wasn’t disclosing the reason why.
He grunted. “You act like this too when you have a bleedingcunt?”
“Don’t be fucking disgusting,” she said crisply.
“That entire situation’s disgusting.”
“It’s called biology, fuckhead. It isn’t my goddamn fault.”
“Celia always blames Eve.”
“I don’t feel like debating the sins of Adam’s rib.”
“He should’ve broken that bitch before it turned into a bitch and she tempted Lucy boy.”
“It was the serpent.”
“Who happened to be Satan.”
Kendall rubbed her temples. If she stopped responding, maybe he’d change the subject. Or leave.
Of course, that was too fucking easy.
“Are you a Christian, gorgeous?”
“If listening to a crooked little motherfucker on random Sundays qualifies, then yes.”
Bash snickered, his pale eyes crinkling. “Wilkins?”
She nodded.
“As a woman acquainted with religion, you don’t think broads could’ve done way better than Eve?”
“Does it matter? I can’t go back and find someone better. Besides, God chose her. Who am I to question that?”
“Are you one of those bitches who thinks it’s a sin to question Him?”
“I’m not religious enough to put a lot of consideration into that, Bash. I do believe in a higher power.”
“I don’t.”
She rolled her eyes. “How fucking shocking.”
“Does Johnnie?”
Just when she’d began to relax—somehow—Bash ruined it and brought up her husband. She shrugged, but it was stiff, and she was miserable again. Even a little afraid of what would happen at home in bed. If she sucked his cock, he might relent on his brutal fucking.
Folding his arms, Bash leaned back in his seat and eyed her closely. “I think Eve was a horrible wife and a horrible mother.”
