Flirtatious Quote Novels & Stories

I watched his Adam's apple bob. At this point, I think looking too beautiful should be a crime. “You're difficult,” he murmured, leaning slightly closer. “You noticed?” I said in a high-pitched sarcastic voice. “I'm starting to enjoy it.” Exactly what I planned for, the flirty game, let's see if I still know ball. I grabbed the drink again, taking another sip mostly to avoid answering him. “I feel like that line works on every woman you meet,” I muttered, swirling the drink lightly inside the glass.

“We do, don’t we? Still, can’t a girl get out of her comfort zone by asking one of the most brilliant guys in her grade?” Oh, she’s good. She’s calling me brilliant. Ego flattering always works when flirting. I couldn’t help my smile. “So, you think I’m brilliant.” She nodded. “Plus, we’d look great in the pictures.” She ran her fingers down my arm as she looked up at me through her lashes. Damn, she’s a good flirt.

Neel had joked about it earlier, when I climbed on the back, saying, “Hold tight on my waist or else I won't be taking the blame if you fly away. That would completely fall on you.” He wasn't wrong. The way Neel flirted with me earlier was lighthearted, like something out of a novel—charming and full of wit—and that's how I realized he didn’t mean anything serious by it. He loved literature, after all, and that meant quoting from his favourite books or playing into a character wasn’t unusual for him.

Nice try, but that didn't work. "Hi, beautiful. You look sexy, I must confess. Do you need help with anything?" Yeah, I'm a flirt, and I know it. I flirt with women at the slightest given opportunity, and guess what? They never failed to fall for it, so I always got the upper hand.

Putting up air quotes at ‘girls like me’. Someone needs to knock this girl off her high horse, I internally growled to myself. She laughed as if what I said was funny, and replied with a fake smile, “Boring girls.” She then flipped her hair, “He is a handsome, smart, and such a gentleman. Guys like Joe, date beautiful, and smart girls. For example,” she then pointed to herself “girls like me.”

"You've got a weird definition of flirting, young lady." She giggled. "Well, Dex didn't say you could take me upstairs and make love to me for hours. If we did that, even though I'm sure you would just destroy my poor, wet, naughty little pussy," she said, laying on the playfully, sexy attitude, "it would still be cheating." He groaned, trying to push her hand away. She smiled, pulling him into the kitchen then, and saw him beginning to acquiesce to her charms. "Don, Dexter said it was okay, and besides we're just being friendly and flirty!"

“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.”

“Charlotte.” “What? I just find it interesting,” she said, casually looping her arm around Tristan’s waist. “That Fork Boy here clearly likes you.” Nate choked on his smoothie. “What? I mean—what?” I turned crimson. “Charlotte!” She laughed. “Relax, I’m just calling it as I see it. The way he looks at you? That’s not co-worker energy. That’s flirt-until-you-fold energy.” “I don’t—” I started, but Nate was rubbing the back of his neck and not denying it.

“Then what must I do to win a beautiful woman like you?” My cheeks flared instantly, burning like I’d been hit with the summer sun. I licked my lips, the heat spreading through my face, and gave him a coy smile. “Okay, since you’re good-looking,” I said, trying to sound flirty but probably just sounding tipsy, “I’ll make it easy for you. But know this—I never make it easy for anyone. It’s just for you, okay?” The guy chuckled, “Sure. I’m lucky, then.”

Especially around me? He glanced at me once, then again before starting the engine. “You look nice, by the way,” he said casually. I turned to the window, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing the tiny smile tugging at my lips. “Save your lines for someone else.” “They’re not lines if they’re true.” I groaned softly, resting my elbow on the window. “Do you always flirt this much, or do you just enjoy making me mad?” “Both,” he admitted shamelessly, steering the car smoothly down the driveway. “You should see how adorable you look when you’re annoyed.”