'I don't blame you. I won't ever tell you again. You are trying with the wrong man, sister. I'm not the rescue-a-damsel-in-distress type. You want outta here I gave you the details of someone who can get you out for good." He took another two sips and casually looked around.
The fabric of her dress rustled as she reached for her drink that she knocked back in a single gulp. Her laughter was derisive. "You all think that it's easy to convert from a sinner to a saint." She pushed her glass in front of her. It stopped just before the edge of the counter.
Nathan wondered how many guys had tried rescuing this femme fatale from the dark walls and smoke. He had to get his debrief done and fast. He had a woman to pursue. Still no sign of his contact.
"All? I don't recall saying it would be easy. I said if you're serious give my guy a call but only if you're serious."
A look of indignation crossed her face. Men over-simplified things! She opened her mouth to speak.
