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“Flirting with our rival right in front of everyone?” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “What did you just say?” I asked to straighten up. “You heard me,” he insisted, rolling his eyes. “You stood there, laughing and talking like he’s your everything. You played and flirted with him like he was your boyfriend.” Is he being serious? Accusing me of who I flirt with? “I wasn’t laughing,” I replied. “And I wasn’t flirting.” “Oh really?” he snapped. “So what were you doing? Making him feel special out of pity? Making him feel like the only guy in the world? No, those words you said we're just normal conversations two people obviously have.” he said the alert words sarcastically.

“Oh come on, Ortega, you love me for who I am.” I faked a shook face after I exaggeratingly gasped. “If you’re not going to propose to me after flirting with me like this, I don’t want this at all anymore.” We both ended up laughing at our own silliness. ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢

I narrowed my eyes as I shot him a sarcastic smile, “You really love seeing me annoyed, huh?” He chuckled, shaking his head with a grin, “You really are something, Kathrina.” “Yeah, you bring out the annoyance in me,” I uttered sarcastically, putting up air quotes in annoyance for emphasis. “Okay, sorry. Sorry.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes again—he was still laughing, and I don’t even know why he finds me being annoyed funny! The last time I checked, I look pretty scary when I’m annoyed. Plus, he was just purposely doing it, it was definitely pissing me off.

“Relax. You looked lonely.” “I was enjoying a rare moment of peace,” I said. “You’ve ruined it rather efficiently.” “Careful, love,” he smirked. “Men might think you’re flirting.” “If this is flirting to you,” I said flatly, “I pity the women in your life.” He laughed and leaned closer. “Don’t play innocent. You’ve been staring.” “At a baby,” I snapped. “Which says far more about you than it does about me.” “Oh, come on.”

I hated that it made me want to smile. “That was flirting?” he asked. I glared at him. “It was a compliment.” “That was a threat wearing lipstick.” “At least it was honest.” “No wonder Danny boy cannot let you go,” he said, still laughing. “He probably thinks every insult from you is a proposal.” The laughter died in my chest before it even formed. “Do not bring Daniel into your failure as a teacher.” He leaned closer, eyes still bright with amusement. “I am just saying, if that is how you flirt, the poor boy must be starving.”

I saw that he smiled but it disappeared as soon as he noticed that I saw it. "If it was a boy, maybe I would understand. but when it's really a girl, my blood boils, it's good to choke!" "Hey, you're the one who flirted with you too! You're even enjoying it!" What did someone flirt with? Who is it? Are you referring to Ken? God, hubby, if you only knew how much I love you, I can't flirt with anyone else, I won't trade you! I didn't say a word.

“No, it is fine, you made me jump is all.” Hmm, I am unsure about that. But I am not going to make this any more awkward than it already has been. “I will keep my hands to myself” I joked, then realising how bad that sounded, I quickly put my head in my hands in embarrassment. Tate is suddenly laughing. “Ah you are funny, doll” he says between laughter. “No need to keep your hands to yourself.” he winks. See, it is little comments like this and the one earlier when he said about checking him out makes me certain he is flirting with me. But wouldn’t that be weird?

“I flirt with you all the time, why is this a surprise?” He asked her and she laughed, ‘toppling from laughter’ kind of situation. “Did I tell a joke?” “Yeah! A funny one and I want you to stop unless i woukd pee my pants,” she replied and he frowned, looking over at her. “Are you saying I don’t flirt with you?”

I looked away, trying to hide the way my eyes that rolled to the back of my head while biting my lip to stop the heat from rushing to my face. Sexy and silly at the same time. Yummy. "Harsh," I scoffed, pulling my gaze back to him after surviving the little heartquake his version of flirting just caused. "He was just being nice, you know?" I lifted my hand, tracing an imaginary path from the warm line of his neck down to the proud shape of his chest. "And it wasn’t ice cream, caveman. It was a poop emoji," I corrected him. He frowned. "He’s handsome and nice, but he’s still a shit," I laughed.

“I’m starting to think you’re worth the wait.” Flirting. I was flirting. When was the last time I flirted with anyone? Since…that’s right, high school. She laughed, a throaty sound that did more harm to the strain between my legs than any good, and the whole reaction was confusing as shit and annoying. I lifted the bottle and eyed her empty glass. “Care to start the night?”