“I don’t understand.” I might understand what he means, but sometimes things aren’t usually as we perceive them, so I will just give him the benefit of doubt and let him explain further.
“You should sit down.” He says waving for me to seat on the couch across from him and I shake my head declining. I think the best thing is to be close to the door. Being locked in a hotel room with a gangster is already as risky as it is. So I’ll have to protect myself as much as I can.
“No, I’m fine, thanks,” I say and he shrugs.
“Look, you’re an attractive woman, and if you could do as I want, you know, a little favor, I will consider a revision on the debt.”
I think I know where this is heading and now that thought I had of him being attractive just flew out the window. He is a gangster; of course,
