Wednesday Writing Prompt (1 of 4)

Welcome to the very first Wednesday Writing Prompt! What is Wednesday Writing Prompt? Every Wednesday in May, I and four author friends will write a short story from a writing prompt, and you can hop from blog to blog to read each one and see the different ideas that come from each prompt. 

This scene takes place at Dilligan’s Sports Pub. As I sometimes do, I reuse the names of fictional places in my stories, and Dilligans’s is the bar where Diego and Ronnie from One of the Guys had their pool shooting competition. It's also where Malcolm in The Roommates works as a bartender (on my Free Reads page).

Without further ado, below is the writing prompt and my contribution, Chance Encounter. 

​Writing prompt: The heroine is at a bar playing a drinking game with her friends and loses, and as a result is told that she has to ask the next man who comes through the door out on a date.​ Chance Encounter
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“Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug!”

Layla shot daggers across the table at her two best friends who softly chanted the words at their booth in Dilligan's Sports Pub. The popular hangout was about halfway full, with empty tables and seats at the bar that would be full within a couple of hours.

“This game sucks,” she said with a pout.

They were on round one of the game Never Have I Ever, and she already had to steel herself to toss back a vodka shot. Layla glared at her friend, Tamika, who wore a cute pixie cut and a denim jacket over a tank top. She had been the one to say, “Never have I ever had a one-night stand.”

Tamika smirked. “Drink up, Miss One-Night Stand.”

Layla took a deep breath and tossed back the liquor, grimacing as it burned on the way down. She slammed the glass on the table and shivered. Whew, that was strong stuff. Now part two. She had to ask the next man who came through the door out on a date.

“Whose idea was this again?” she asked.

Dana, plus-sized and wearing glasses and an off-the-shoulders blouse, giggled. “Yours,” she reminded Layla.

“Oh yeah,” Layla muttered. She thought a drinking game with a challenge would be a nice way to spice up their Friday night out. Lesson learned.

While they waited, they chatted and within a few minutes, Tamika nudged Dana. “There’s our victim.”

Layla turned around in her seat, and her heart stopped. No. She immediately recognized the buzzed cut, the smooth, handsome face, and the easy-going stroll that suggested he had all the time in the world.

She quickly turned back around. “Um, can I ask out the next guy?”

“The next guy? What’s wrong with him?” Tamika asked, looking at Layla as if she’d lost her mind.

“He’s foine,” Dana said, leaning sideways out of the booth to get a better look.

“The next guy would be better.” Layla wiped clammy hands on her jeans.

Tamika leaned across the table. “The deal was, you have to ask out the next guy that comes through the door, not the second next guy. And frankly…” Tamika’s eyes shifted over to the bar. “You could do a lot worse than that fine ass man.”

“Go get your man,” Dana said.

Knowing they wouldn’t budge, Layla pressed her lips together. “Just so you know, we’re not best friends anymore.”

“Whatever,” they said in unison.

Layla slid sideways out of the booth and stood. She smoothed a hand over her long hair, happy she’d been to the salon earlier so that her hair looked and smelled good, and the green halter top tucked into her skinny jeans was flattering. Heck, she looked good.

With bolstered confidence, she strutted over to the bar, ignoring a couple of men who looked appreciatively in her direction. As she drew closer to Chance, her heart beat faster. He’d taken a spot near the end of the bar and sat with his back to her—a broad back she recalled clawing two weeks ago as sweat beaded her forehead and she moaned from intense pleasure.

Rebound sex. Mind-blowing, nipple-clenching, rebound sex.

Her breathing stuttered and she swallowed hard.

Rebound sex after she and her ex-boyfriend mutually agreed they should split because the relationship had simply fizzled. Despite agreeing, losing him had hurt. They’d been together for almost two years.

But here was Chance Lopez, a friend of a friend had introduced them on her rare night out to a nightclub to forget her aching heart. Chance had made her mindful that she should never settle for fizzling again. She touched her neck at the memory of his lips whispering over her skin.

Layla stepped up to the bar and squeezed between two stools. “Hi, Chance.”

The moment he turned and faced her, sparks thickened the air between them, and she was once again struck by the beauty of his brown eyes. One eyebrow lifted higher and a slow smile slipped across his lips and caused between her thighs to blossom with heat. Damn him.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Layla Strong.”

He spoke with a thick accent though he said his family moved from Colombia when he was in elementary school. She was pretty sure he kept the accent because it was sexy and drove women like her wild.

Layla held up her hand. “Before you start, I need to tell you that I approached you for one reason and one reason only. I’m sitting over there with my two girlfriends playing a drinking game, and I had to ask the next man who came through the door on a date. That happened to be you. It’s ridiculous, I know.”

Chance glanced in the direction she indicated and saw her friends staring unabashedly at them. His smile widened to reveal pretty white teeth, and he folded his arms over his chest. “Ask me.”

“Ask you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Ask me,” he said softer, looking steadily into her eyes. He had a way of repeating sentences to get you to do what he wanted. It worked.

“Would you go out with me?”

“When?”

Her heart started racing again. This time not from nervousness but from excitement. “Tomorrow night.”

“Hmm.” Chance lifted his eyes toward the ceiling. “Tomorrow night I have plans.”

“You jerk!” With a laugh, she swatted his arm.

“I’m kidding. I accept.”

He hooked a finger through a loop in her jeans and tugged her between his legs. They were way too close, but she didn’t mind. He smelled divine, and when she rested her hands on his thighs, she was reminded of how he’d repeatedly powered into her.

“It’s good to see you, Layla, considering last time I saw you was the morning you rushed out of my house with barely a goodbye, and you didn’t leave your number.”

“I don’t know why I left like that.”

“Good to know it wasn’t something I did.”

“Definitely not. Everything you did was…perfect.”

“Oh really? In that case…” He lowered his voice and pulled her so close their breaths mingled. “How about we get out of here and go back to my place for a repeat of that night?”

“I’m here with friends. I can’t just leave them.”

“You can.”

“Chance, I can’t.” But she wanted to.

“You can. Then we can go back to my place for a repeat of that night.”

That repetition thing again, in that sexy Colombian accent. Her resistance crumbled.

“Give me two seconds.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Layla rushed back over to her friends. “Sorry girls, but I have to bail on you. I’m leaving with him.”

“You can’t leave with a complete stranger!” Tamika said.

Layla fit her cross-body bag across her chest. “Actually, he’s not a stranger. He’s my one-night stand.”

Their mouths fell open.

“Ta-ta,” she said with a wave, walking away before they could say a word.

As she approached Chance, he stood, his brown eyes sweeping over her in renewed appreciation, as if he were already imagining her naked. She did the same to him, biting the inside of her lip as she recalled in vivid detail the muscled abs, his firm thighs, and the way he worked his hips to give her multiple orgasms in one night.

Chance let her precede him to the door and rested one hand in the small of her back. Heated anticipation filled her skin.

“Can’t wait to get you home,” he whispered near her ear.
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She tossed a flirtatious look over her shoulder. “I can’t wait, either." _________
Okay readers, looks like Layla is about to have a great Friday night. What do you think?  Subscribe to my blog so you don't miss the next three writing prompts. Then hop to the next four blogs to see what the other authors came up with. 
J.L. Campbell:  joylcampbell.com 
Tiye Love:   tiyelovebooks.com
Nyora René:  nyorarene.com
S. Taylor:   staylorromance.com