WRITER'S WORKSHOP PROMPT:
A memorable day at work.
(me and Mr. Rick when we were both flirty young college thangs)
I've never written a romance novel. Never even tried. But there's a part of me that thinks it might be fun. You know, just a little part. And that little part wanted to show up today to write about a memorable day at work. That little part wanted to take creative license to make that memorable day at work extra juicy (just for fun) because it did indeed have all of the makings of a very juicy story. But I decided to refrain from embellishing said juicy story for two reasons.
I never take creative license on my blog posts they are (sadly) all true.
I wouldn't want my darling love to read this post and think that I had a very juicy memorable day at work (even though we weren't married at the time).
It happened while I was employed by a group of Hell's Angels (at least I had been told they were Hell's Angels, a story that their appearance and behavior certainly backed up). I was a flirty young college thang working alongside a flirty young son of a Hell's Angel thang, which made for some crazy, yet wholesome :), playful banter.
I wasn't just a flirty young college thang however. I was a very much in love flirty young college thang. And not with the son of a Hell's Angel mind you, but with my very own Mr. Ricky Blissful (I'm thinking he's going to love that I called him Mr. Ricky Blissful and I'm thinking he'll probably say something like, "What the heck..." only he doesn't say heck so you know, I took creative license with that one)
I'm telling you I had it bad for Mr. Rick (he hasn't been Ricky since grade school) and the son of a Hell's Angel knew it. Which only made him turn up the heat on his playful banter. Until one day...
Insert steamy romance novel here...
The son of a Hell's Angel cornered Jeanette in the back office, begging her to forget that other guy and be with him.
She smiled coyly, because that's what flirty young college thangs do, pressing her hand against his chest. "I can't son of a Hell's Angel. I don't want to. I love him." She turned to leave but he grabbed her, pinning her against the wall. With one arm draped above her head and the other on her waist he put his lips dangerously close to hers and whispered, "You know you'd rather be with me."
...and that's where the romance novel ends because I pushed him off of me, told him to quit being stupid, and we continued to laugh, joke around and remain "just friends".
As for Mr. Ricky Blissful? Well he and I remained friends too...AND SO MUCH MORE... a story that could make for a pretty juicy novel in and of itself. But again I'll refrain and just say...