The Love Contract | Alex Turner

The Meeting

I rushed to put my luggage in the hotel room, cleaning myself up, and quickly leaving again to go meet with the venue owner to drop off the Artist Agreement. 

The meeting was boring and uneventful, I was ready to kick off my shoes and relax for the evening. I walk back to my room at the hotel and see none other than Mr. Turner waiting in the hallway by my door. 

He greeted me with a smile and a cigarette in his hand, I notice the strong smell of liquor wafting from him. 

"Oh. Hi Mr. Turner. How are you?" I ask professionally while fishing in my purse for my room key. 

Alex chuckled slightly when he heard me call him "Mr. Turner," but didn't comment on it. He took another drag of his cigarette before asking, "can I ask you something real quick."

"Oh god, not another personal question I hope?" I question with my room key in my hand. 

He let out a soft scoff, rolling his eyes jokingly in response to my comment. He took a step closer to me, looking down at me as my heart started to beat faster at the sudden closeness. "No, I have a different question." He slurred. 

He kept his eyes on me, his gaze not leaving my face once. He left out a small exhale, and put his hand above my head on the wall behind me. He licked his bottom lip before asking me, "do you find me attractive Ms. Anderson?" He said with a cheeky grin. 

My mouth instantly goes dry. "Mr. Turner..." I manage to say. He had to be extremely drunk or high, or both to ask me something like that. I can't be seen telling my clients I think they're hot or not. 

He can definitely tell how flustered I was getting by his question. He chuckles at me again, his smirk growing into a cocky smile. My mannerisms amusing him. "Come on...I just asked you a question." He mumbles softly, standing even closer to me, our bodies practically touching now. 

I run my hands through my hair and try to avoid eye contact. "If I answer you, will you go back to your room and vow to never speak of this again?"

He raises an eyebrow at my proposition. "...I promise." I responds

I let out a defeated sigh. "Fine. Yes, Mr. Turner. You are attractive. But you better not remember this in the morning, I could lose my license for this shit." I admit. 

A satisfied smirk appears on his face as I admit that he is attractive. "Oh trust me love, I'll remember this... I'll remember this for a long time." He mutters quietly. 

"I don't think you will remember anything in the morning, you are awfully drunk." I say as I scoot away from under his gaze. 

He scoffs at my comment, pretending to be offended by it. He leans closer to me, putting his head close to my ear, his breath brushing against my skin as he murmurs quietly, "who said I'm drunk?"

"Okay, enough. Good night Mr. Turner." I say opening the door and sneaking inside quickly. I lean against the door in the comfort of my hotel room in defeat. 

"Hey, hey." Alex calls out after me, still standing outside my door. "Don't rush off without a goodnight kiss."

Why is he still at my door? This is so unprofessional. I can still hear him outside. I don't answer him in hopes he will just give up and go away. 

"Come on, doll, just talk to me." He calls out again, a hint of smugness in his tone. 

"Go away Turner!" I shout as I take off my heels. 

I hear him chuckle at my response. "Why are you calling me 'Turner' now? I like it." He responds. 

"I dropped the "mister" for the time being, since you're being an annoying DRUNK!" I yell out slightly harshly. I was getting annoyed at this point, I was so tired from traveling and work I just wanted to go to bed. 

He scoffs again, chuckling slightly at my response. "I'm not drunk, doll..." He mutters in a cheeky tone, gently knocking his knuckles against the door, hoping to get another response out of me. 

I stay silent and after a few minutes I hear Alex finally giving up and walking away. I get myself ready for bed, why did I admit he was attractive? I mentally beat myself up for that as it was definitely going to bite me in the ass tomorrow.