Awkward Flirting Novels & Stories

Desmond Lucas. Desmond grinds. The man I had a flash marriage with. And of course, he looked completely unbothered. “It’s okay,” he said casually. Then, with that smirk of his: “How many times have you thrown yourself into my arms today? Am I that irresistible, dear wife?” God, he was annoying. I blinked. Twice. My brain glitched like a buffering video. I’d already learned this about him. He flirts during the most awkward situations like it’s a hobby—or maybe a personality trait. Probably genetic.

I manage to squeeze out the other side, only just, with effort, looking back apologetically and walk straight into the hard-muscular back of another male in a tux with an “ooft” “Sorry I wasn’t looking where I was …” I trail off as Arrick turns my way with his hazel frown and devastating smile, temporarily catching my breath in my throat. I immediately hit that zombie-like state of “I do not know how to behave” and do that awkward little eye avoidance flustered thing. Jake leans in past him and grins at me. My heart deciding now is a great time to flutter crazily, while my stomach churns into knots and my palms get instantly sweaty.

I'd love to try your patience out. Is he flirting with me? Not many people have flirted with me, and I haven't returned the favor, which is why I can't spot it out in the wild. C: Delaying gratification can make the ending that much sweeter, hotter, and offer so much more satisfaction. He's definitely flirting with me, and I squirm in my seat. R: Maybe with you, I'll give it a shot. C: It would be my pleasure, Ruby. To try your patience out, see how you handle it.

“If you’re trying to flirt, you’re doing a terrible job.” He blinked, caught off guard by my directness. Before he could recover, I raised a hand and motioned to a she-wolf sitting a few stools down. “But if you’re really in the mood, I’m sure Sheila here would be more than happy to satisfy your ‘type.’” The she-wolf turned to us, catching my meaning immediately. She raised an eyebrow at the man, giving him a playful grin that made it clear she wouldn’t mind a little attention. Kirk’s bravado faltered for a moment as he glanced at Sheila, clearly unsure how to respond to my unexpected offer. The distraction worked perfectly. While he fumbled with a response, I slid off my stool and slipped a

Her gaze never left his, and she smiled often, her lips curling in a way that hinted at more than just friendly banter. Liam, ever the gentleman, engaged politely, answering her questions and maintaining the conversation. He didn’t seem to notice how Cara’s hand would occasionally drift to his shoulder or how she stood just a bit too close. For him, it was just another conversation, but for Karen who was observing everything, it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, because she could clearly tell that Cara was flirting with him, and she had other intentions.

He shook his head but didn’t break eye contact. “I was only teasing, Xavier. Didn’t know you were so sensitive,” she said with a grin and then, playful as ever, gave him a quick lick on the cheek. He laughed, pretending to be annoyed. “I’m not sensitive! I just got pissed because I thought you were mad at me. Flirting’s not really my thing, Amara.” “Hmm… then maybe you should learn. What if you actually had to court someone? If the person you liked got mad at you, you’d get mad back. That doesn’t sound great, boss. It’d just end in disaster.”

"Yes. I've been hit many times." Her expression fell. She shook her head. "I'm going to kill those idiots in the Valley. Hit on is a term used when someone flirts with you. Tries to get in your pants. Take you to bed. Play doctor. Hide the salami. Get your freak on. Bump uglies." She raised her brows. I shook my head. "No. No one has ever flirted with me before." I tipped my head to the side. "At least not that I know of. Only my men have ever said they wanted to bed me. The others just took what they wanted from me."

No one’s expecting a performance tonight. My fingers tighten. Maya tilts her head. “Performance?” “Don’t,” I warn. > Arrogant bitch: Though you did look ready to murder me. I find that energy useful. I type fast. > Me: You’re vile. > Arrogant bitch: Accurate, but charming. Maya’s eyebrows climb as she shamelessly tries to peek. “Is he flirting with you?” “He’s bored,” I say. “Bored men don’t use winky emojis.”

“What’s with that look? What did I do now?” “What did I tell you about flirting?” Adrian asked. “That I’m not allowed to flirt with you,” I replied. He stared at me. “Add customers to that list. You’re not allowed to flirt with customers either.” “But I don’t flirt with customers,” I argued. “And what exactly were you doing earlier with that guy?” he asked, his jaw tight. “Oh, that?” I shrugged. “It was nothing. A fine girl saw a fine man and told the fine man he was fine. That’s all.”

I didn’t get any of this. And then, after that meeting, he’d proceeded to make things even worse during lunch break. I’d genuinely thought I was allowed to breathe, to interact with people who weren’t him, to let loose for five goddamn minutes. But the very first time I tried to talk to someone else, someone relatively warmer, funnier, more welcoming, I was accused of flirting. Again. For the third damn time. Because apparently, to him, that’s all I’m good for. Whoring around with every man I cross paths with.