Don't call me Angel- Completed

Five

He knocked on the door, waiting with his hand in mine for the little window to open. After a few seconds of the 2 men staring at each other, the door opened and he pulled me in. 

This place was stunning. I didn't even know it existed. I mean that's kind of the point of a speakeasy right? That only selected, trusted people know about it. Maybe that's why he brought me here. So Arlo can't hunt me down. But we were somewhere public so I wouldn't feel on edge. So thoughtful. 

He dropped my hand carefully, shaking hands with the doorman, a slight bro hug with their hands in between them. Once they were done, his hand grabbed mine again. Why did he keep doing that? Like if he didn't hold me I wouldn't come with him. I'd known this guy 15 minutes and he was already showing me off. 

I wasn't particularly mad about it though. I didn't mind being shown off. I knew my worth. I deserved to be seen. 

"What do you want to drink Ana?" He kept close by as we walked through the room. I was too lost in my surroundings to answer. Keeping note of exits, how many people had visible guns and how many looked like they were concealing them. He shook my hand slightly and I looked back at him. 

"Sorry." I pushed some hair behind my ear. "Anything. Order for me." I smiled sweetly but I think what a guy orders for me is a good tell on what he's thinking about me. If he orders me a fruity cocktail, I'm a soft girl, if he's smart, he'll order what I've been drinking. That means he's been watching me before he approached me. He leaned against the bar, watching me closely. He was trying to work me out. I could see it. 

"2 of my usual." He spoke to the bar tender who nodded and wandered off to grab what he needed. "You don't look like a fruity drink kind of girl." 

"I'm not." I raised an eyebrow. He was a good judge of character. Let's see how he drinks. I think I was intrigued by him as he was of me. 

"What were you drinking at the club?" 

"Vodka soda I think. I don't know he ordered for me." He nodded. 

"Do you always make men order your drinks?" 

"No. I only let you do it because I think it's a good way to suss how a man see's me. And He was ordering for me because he's in a strop." I rolled my eyes and he smirked. "Don't ask." 

"Oh now I need to." The bartender returned, putting 2 glasses on the side and preparing 2 Old Fashioneds. Okay. I see you Mr. blue eyes. You're not messing around huh? "Come on." He grabbed a drink. "I'd grab yours too but I'll end up dropping it, I need your hand." I pressed my lips together, grabbing my glass from the side as he grabbed my hand and tugged again. 

He didn't stop until we were in a quiet corner of the room. He put his drink down, then mine, taking it from my hand and sliding it onto the table gently. He pulled the chair out with one hand and led me into it with the one still holding me. First the car door, now the chair. Either my bar was on the floor or this guy was like another breed. 

Once I was sat and he'd pushed me in, he pulled his chair around so he was closer to me, looking out at the rest of the bar. 

"So what's he in a strop about." 

"Oh." I raised my eyebrows, taking a sip of the drink. I fucking love a good old fashioned. "Nothing. He's a bit of a drama queen."

"I have a feeling it's not but you don't have to tell me you slept with him and he's pissed you won't commit." I stared at him. What? "You're like reading a book. With him anyway. I can't work anything else out about you." 

"Good." I shifted my back in the chair. "I don't like people knowing too much." 

"Why not?" 

"I just don't." I shrugged, flicking my hair back slightly. "I'm a private person." 

"I'm not." He shrugged. "Not really. If people ask questions I'll answer within reason." 

"Is that you're way of hinting you want me to ask you something?" He smiled. "Very subtle." The slightest shake of my head and a small smile formed on my lips. "What do you do?" 

"Nothing special. My dad has a business that I help him with. Other than that, not a lot." I nodded. "How's you're day been today?" 

"Not bad." 

"Did you get up to much?" 

"Just the gym." 

"Oh cool." He nodded. "What did you do there?" 

"Punched him in the face." I chuckled, taking another small sip of the drink. 

"I thought that was you. I could see you're knuckles." 

"Oh that could be from boxing though." I lifted my hands, laying them flat on the table. 

"You box?" 

"Oh yeah." I nodded and he grabbed my hands, looking at them intensely. 

"Are you good?" 

"I should hope so, I'd be pretty useless if I wasn't." I tilted my head as he ran his thumbs over the slight bruising. "It's important for a woman to know how to protect herself." 

"I mean, her man should be doing that for her." He lifted his head, letting go of one hand and keeping the other on the table. 

"I guess. But I don't have a man." He smirked, sitting back in the chair and pushing his fingers between mine. "Plus, I wouldn't depend on a man to protect me either. They let emotions get in the way sometimes." 

"And women don't?" 

"Not when it's me." 

"What does that mean?" 

"Well when it comes to protecting myself, I don't care about anyone else's feelings. Like my friend from the club. He kept calling me a name I hate. And when he wouldn't stop, I punched him. I don't care if he's one of my only friends. He crossed a line I wasn't comfortable with and I made sure he knew it." He nodded. "I don't let my feelings get in the way of what has to be done is what I'm trying to say." 

"That's a weird way to think." He lifted a single brow, lowering the other. 

"Needs must." I lifted my glass taking a sip. "You've got good taste in drinks Luca." 

"Thanks. I knew you'd like it."