Attracting the Wrong Kind of Attention

Room 137

Knock knock.

There was no answer, and to be fair there often wasn't one. Through bright green eyes I stared up at the bronze plaque on the door that read 'ROOM 137'.

Reluctantly I plucked the room key from my dress pocket. - A dress with a pocket is an amazing find FYI. Flipping it between my fingers once or twice I paused needing the extra second or two just to gather my courage.

"Ok," I began. "No big deal, just do your job and get out." With a turn of the key the door clicked open.

"Housekeeping" I announced as I peeked my head through the door crack. I could see nothing, the lights out and curtains drawn, with a flip of the lights all tension vanished. The room was empty.

With a happy sigh I pulled myself into the room ready to do what was needed double time. The room was one of the suites, the fanciest of rooms in this well established hotel. A royal pain in the butt to clean and usually the most fussiest not to mention messiest guests seemed to stay in them!

I stared in despair at the piles of clothing strewn and what looked like the aftermath of a pizza party. Animals.

This ladies and gentlemen is my job. Perhaps not the most glamorous of jobs but it helped pay the bills. In truth I feel I'm being a little overdramatic it's only a part time job and a temporary one at that. My family had run into a little financial trouble and at the moment I'm bringing home some of the bread to keep me in education not to mention a roof over my head!

So a little mess here and there I'm sure you're wondering 'why the nervous hesitation? It's not that bad'. Believe me, it is. A single name can sum up exactly why this job has been a waking nightmare.

"So, tell me Anna. Do you plan on actually doing any work or are we just going go stare at the room and hope it does itself?" The voice came from behind it took a lot of self control not to jump. This biting remark could come from only one person.

"Alexander" I gritt out slowly turning to face him. An acknowledgement of the to the devil incarnate himself. I forced a smile, stay professional Anna.

Alex was a fellow classmate at college and that's where all similarities ended. Born into a rich family with unnaturally good genes he made for a visually pleasing specimen. Tall if just a little wirey, a gorgeous mop of dark brown hair and killer blue eyes. He was annoyingly intelligent considering his carefree attitude toward anything work related and he had a smug smirk that you just wanted to punch.

Ah, there it is.

Apparently he wasn't blessed with purely good genes however because guess what, his personality stunk.

"Can you just leave already?" I rolled my eyes not in the mood to get riled up and so early to boot. He snorted.

"You think I'm going to leave you unsupervised foureyes?" He raised a brow. "I'm going to watch and make sure you do everything just right."

"Gross." I curled my lip in disgust. "You know how creepy that sounds right? And incase you didn't realise, waiting in a dark room for someone to enter, again, that's creepy!" I blurted out, so much for professionalism.

"I'm gross?" He seemed 100% offended. Good. "That's rich coming from a spot infested nerd!" Alex had a talent for getting under a person's skin and for him infantile name calling wasn't below the belt. It was true I suffered with terrible acne as a kid but thankfully it was a thing of the past. My skin had calmed, and my mousey brown hair had learnt not to frizz quite as much as it used to. Petite in size I was ok with my appearance now however bringing up my previous insecurities wasn't appreciated! Ugh. He seemed to be really enjoying himself.

This boy needed to be careful because with this risjng anger he was going to bite off more then he could chew. Picking up a fruit bowl off the desk beside him he emptied the contents on the floor. "Well? Aren't you going to pick it up Anna." Seeing red (and you must understand; I had been putting up with this kind of shit for 2 weeks now) I grabbed the nearest thing I could to 'pick' up.

I threw it at him.

CRASH.

In some respects it was good I was a bad shot. The vase I threw that now lay in pieces had missed Alex' head by a few inches. On the other hand the damage it had cause to his laptop and the window behind it didn't look so hot.

"Whoops..." I offered sheepishy. Ok that was a little too extreme even I admit it myself.

"You crazy bitch!" His shocked face was priceless as my own. However he regained composure quickly, barely taking the time to survey the damage both eyes were now locked on me. "Anna you are so dead now." It wasn't the initial shout that scared me, it was the smile that came after.

"Hey listen." I held up my hands defensively starting to shimmey my way subconsciously to the exit. "This wouldn't of happened if you hadn't pushed me.." Apparently Alex was onto me because he had already made a point to move himself in the way of the exit.

In a instant he had me surrounded up against the desk. An arm either side block my escape and it didn't matter how much I pushed at his chest he was solid like a rock. "You're panicking now and you're right to panic." He mused seeming to enjoy my discomfort.

"Get off you idiot, I said I'm sorry didn't I?" I gave a feeble push I could feel my cheeks burning from anger and I hoped to god he didn't get the wrong idea. (Hell, right now I wasn't entirely sure it was just anger he looked more attractive then I wanted to admit.)

"Actually no." I could feel his breath flutter over my neck as he leant in further. "You didn't." He was so close now his earthy cologne assualted my nose. "But don't worry you will be sorry, that laptop was worth a lot of money. That window, I guess you could call it mine as well, you owe me." Great. I haven't explained this yet but there's a reason this jackass had been staying here the whole time. His father owns a large chain of hotels, this being one of them. As you can probably tell we weren't on the chummy side

"You mean I owe your father, do we really have to go through this I mean don't you just have insurence for this?" Not to mention an endless supply of cash. I was becoming far too consious of our close proximity and wanted out. I wriggled against him trying to ease my way out but to no avail. "Seriously just back off Alex, I'm going to pass out from your bad breath." An obvious lie but the constant wriggling or perhaps the mention of his father caused him to huff and step aside.

"Owe my father and it'll cost you your job and a lot more." He shrugged casually. Damn. I barely had time to consider the consequences before a third voice cut into the conversation.

"Anna are you ok I heard a-- what the hell happened here?!" A plump middle aged lady stared aghast not only was the room a tip but more urgently the large balcony window was scarcely a window anymore. She looked to myself and then Alex and upon realisation of his presence she adopted a much more professional stance.

"Sir, is everything alright? Has my staff done anything to upset you?" She questioned giving me a mindful eye.

Here it comes. Goodbye job.

"Not at all" He shook his head with a smile. This was new. "I got a little mad playing a game on my laptop, you know how it goes." He gave a simple shrug as if this was the norm.

The look on her face told me she did not know 'how it goes'. She seemed to be weighing up her options as she took in this bombsite of a room. Finally deciding that an argument wasn't worth her job she relented with a nod. "I'll call for maintenance, Anna come with me dear." She beckoned me as she left. I didn't need telling twice as I dismissed myself keenly out of the room. I winced a little as I heard Alex' on my retreat.

"Your debt is stacking up Miss. Taylor."

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Hello! This is my first ever attempt at making a piece of creative writing. If you've taken the time to read this chapter thank you very much! I'd love to hear some feedback as I'm hoping to improve and keep the story interesting in general!! x