Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Monday's Creative Writing Prompt Response

The prompt was: "Come here often?"

Okay, I surprised myself on this one and kind of went to town. See what ya think.

"Come here often?"

Jane pulled her attention away from the book she had been reading and looked up to see her new neighbor standing next to her chair, not even an inch of space was between her elbow and the fly of his well-fitted jeans. She immediately jerked the joint to her side and squinted at him.

“Jake.” He offered a stretched out hand. “I’m your new neighbor, Jake.”

Jane eyed the large hand with skepticism. She knew who he was. She would have to be an idiot to not know. His face was plastered all over every news channel and newspaper within 500 miles of Osseo, Minnesota. He was Jake Tyler, business magnate and most eligible bachelor.

When she didn’t take his hand, he pulled out a chair and sat in it next to her. His knee brushed against her thigh, a sizzle of heat shot straight to her face, and she felt herself flush. Sheesh! Did she have to get all hot and bothered just because the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on sat next to her and accidentally touched her?

“You’re Jane Grant, right?” He smiled a wide grin that had his lips twitching up at the corners.

She lifted a brow. How did he know her name? She wasn’t a multi-millionaire, celebrity, or the most eligible bachelorette. So what did he want with her?

“What are you reading?” He reached in front of her and laid his hand on her book.

That was when she finally spoke. “Don’t,” she told him between gritted teeth. She snatched the book off the table, and shoved it into her lap.

“So she does have a voice.” Jake sat back, crossed his arms over his broad chest, and grinned at her. “A very sexy voice,” he told her, leaning in and whispering against her ear.

OMG! Shivers of ecstasy just ran down her spine and went to all spots erogenous. Clutching her book, Jane jumped up from her chair sending it tumbling back and crashing against the wooden floor. “Uh, I’ve got to go.” Her voice quavered. “Nice to meet you.”

She snatched up her purse, spun on her heels, and face-planted straight into Jake’s very hard, very nice chest and warm, strong arms. When she glanced up to see gorgeous blue eyes laughing at her, she shut hers and wished to be invisible.


Ceri Hebert April 14, 2009 at 10:37 AM  

What a place to stop!

Excellent job. Great sparks between the two of them

Denise April 14, 2009 at 3:00 PM  

Hehe! Yeah. I could have gone on too, but always good to leave 'em wanting more. :-)

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