While I give him his moment, I slide off my stool so I can put my shoe back on.
"Bloody hell, just go in." My feet are so damn sore and I mentally curse the fact I love heels so much, but I know this pain won't stop me wearing them again. Once I have it back on, I turn to see where the bartender is.
You've got to be kidding me.
He's still flirting with those women.
"Right, just because I'm not as sexy or as beautiful as those chicks doesn't mean you can't come and serve me," I grumble as I stalk towards that end of the bar, doing my best to ignore my sore feet.
When I reach my destination, I stare at the bartender, waiting for him to notice me, and when he does, I raise my brows. "Can I please get a drink?" My tone is clear—I'm pissed off—and he doesn't fail to notice it.
As he nods and begins moving in the direction of my stool, one of the women he's been flirting with turns and glares at me. "There's no need to be so rude to him. He was just doing his job and you should learn some patience."
Oh no she didn't.
I return her glare. "I have all the patience in the world, but let's be honest, he was done making your drinks a long time ago."
Venom flashes in her eyes. "He wasn't done with us, honey, but let's be honest, I doubt a woman like you would get that."
How dare she say that? Placing my hands on my hips, I ask, "What the hell does that mean?"
She moves off her stool to stand in front of me. She's a tiny woman and I have no doubt that even at my petite size, I could take her on. Not that I have ever fought anyone before, but she's inspired a rush of anger I'm not used to experiencing. "It means that you're standing there in your stuck-up, fancy clothes with make-up and hair that looks like you just stepped off a Vogue shoot, but I bet underneath all that glamour you're a frigid bitch who doesn't even know how to flirt."
My hand moves before my brain kicks into gear and I slap her. "Fuck you!" Before she can respond, I swivel in an effort to leave and come face-to-face with Anastasia.
"Holy hell, woman, I'm impressed," she says with a huge smile. "But we need to get you out of here now before a full-on bitch fight starts, because her friends do not look impressed and there are five of them to two of us. I mean, I could get my security guy to help, but it probably wouldn't look good."
Confusion clouds my mind. "Where did you come from?"
She laughs as she hooks her arm through mine and begins dragging me away. "I was on my way back from the awards and was thinking of having a drink when I saw you. Where's your bag?"
I direct her to where I was sitting and we grab my bag before leaving the bar. The woman I slapped tries to follow us but Anastasia's security guy keeps her away.
"Thank God for famous friends with security," I mumble on the way to the elevator. I'm still trying to process everything as well as not stumble while we're moving fast.
Just as we're entering the elevator, a deep voice I recognise calls out, "Ana, wait."
We both turn to find Tanner sauntering towards us, a grin on his face as his eyes meet mine. Damn, he got changed after I left them earlier, and the suit he's now wearing causes my tummy to flutter.
The man can wear a suit.
Stop it, stop looking. He's taken. And besides, you don't even like tattoos.
I could start to like tattoos.
"Cat got your tongue?" His voice carries through the air and snaps me back to attention.
I find him and Anastasia staring at me, like they're waiting for me to reply to something they said, but I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that I missed whatever it was. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
His eyes twinkle. "Ana was just telling me how you told that bitch off in the bar. And I said I was impressed to see you still standing in those heels. You women are dedicated to your beauty. No way would I go to those extremes."
I rest my body against the back of the elevator, instantly relieved to have something to lean against. "You men have no idea of the lengths we go to, so don't even start on me about my shoes."
"What's with the shoes, guys?" Anastasia asks, clearly unaware of the fact her man saved me earlier today.
Tanner recounts the story while I replay in my mind what that chick said to me about being frigid.
I'm not frigid.
I know how to flirt.
Just because my ex is an asshole who cheated on me and I've stopped dating doesn't mean I'm frigid.
Anastasia interrupts my thoughts. "Just ignore my brother and the hell he gives you over your heels. I pretty much ignore him most of the time because he's always giving me hell about something—"
Huh?
Her brother?
Looking at them more closely, standing together, it's so obvious they are related. I'm not sure how I missed that.
I cut her off. "Wait! He's not your boyfriend? Oh, my gosh, I am so confused right now." My head spins. How did I get that so wrong?