Flirtatious Smile Novels & Stories

A set of dazzling angel-white teeth gleamed as she spoke. "Don't call me sir! Mr peters will do" I softly cautioned. "Okay sir..uhm. I mean Peters" She stuttered and I burst out laughing. She's not only sexy but also naive.. "I love your curves" I said, smiling mischievously "Thanks" she replied blushing.. "Has anyone told you that your smile can cause a man to forget his name?" I said and she burst out laughing.. "Are you flirting with me?" She asked,wearing a seductive look.

I remarked shyly. “You don’t smile like a fool when you are in the midst of your enemies.” He remarked dryly, his countenance changing immediately. I frowned at his attitude because I didn’t know what I just said to annoy him just now. One minute we are chatting happily like a beautiful couple and the next minute he is frowning and glaring at me. Oh, wait…

A literal smile that a normal common human being would have. I hated his smile. Sparkling white teeth and a dignified lift on his list. He had the smile of a handsome gentleman, and what a lie it was. I immediately drink it while glaring at his annoying smile. Why does he find it amusing whenever I find it irritating every word that came out of his flirty mouth? It's obvious that he was having fun whenever I talk back and glare at him. I swallowed, "My room's fine." I'd inclined toward being shot in my head than being in one room with him. He will use me every night. I groaned in my head just by imagining things. That must be exhausting.

I had no right to feel this angry, this jealous. The waitress winked before walking away. I exhaled slowly, pressing a hand to my temple. “She’s bold.” He looked up at me, his expression unreadable. “She’s just being nice.” “Is that what you call it?” I said before I could stop myself. His brow arched slightly. “What would you call it?” I stared at the condensation on my glass. “Flirting.” He leaned back, folding his arms. “And that bothers you because…?”

It was just way too close for a corporate protocol. “I wasn’t humping,” he said softly. I was thinking of how I’m going to make you beg next time.” Twice.” I clicked my tongue. “Promises, promises.” And then, the corner at his mouth was then lifted. The smirk for the meetings he wore wasn’t so smug. It was something softer. Teasing. Warm. Like we were not on bad terms with tangled history and with unresolved sex, dangerously close to flirtatious business partners. He said, “You're enjoying this here.”

Even if what she said didn’t make a little bit of sense. Against my better judgment, the corner of my mouth twitched. Damn painkillers must’ve been messing with me because I actually wanted to laugh. “I’ll put that on my résumé,” I muttered. “Murder-eyes. Killer smile.” She panicked instantly. “I didn’t say the smile was killer. I mean, it might be. Objectively. I'm not saying you're ugly but I wasn’t trying to flirt.” I raised a brow, “But you are now?”

They looked like large gemstones. Zac fixated his gaze on her for a moment before turning away. "You have another kind of smile," he noted. "What is it?" Her thick eyelashes fluttered. He smirked. "That's your flirty smile. It means you're really attracted to me." Ass! She glared at him. "I'm not attracted to you! You're the one who keeps peeping at me."

“You go ahead. I'll try and clean up this place. Pops gonna have me grounded if I don't.” “Not if I can help as well. Be back in a bit.” On my way to the kitchen, my hands quiver as I tuck my skirt a little higher, and knot my tank top under my breasts. I flip my hair back, and put on a flirtatious smile. It's like a superpower — I've disarmed almost every man I've come across with my smile and suggestive body language. I'm known for being a smart flirt. A sly tease. They're wrong, but Godforbid they ever find out that it's all a facade. That I'm just pretending. Treading water. Try as much as they can to resist me, I've always gotten what I wanted.

He knows that. ‘What did he say?’ ‘He sat staring at me … like for a long time; much longer than is polite, but with a hint of a smile on his face.’ ‘And?’ ‘I stared back. I thought, I’ll show you. I can face you out. And after a while, we started, you know … flirting, I suppose you would call it. His smile broke into a grin and he twinkled and so I smiled and twinkled.’ My young, pretty, twenty-something PA had a fit of the giggles. I was furious.

A crooked smile played on her lips. “Let’s flirt with that handsome guy. I can’t wait to spend the night with him,” Rose murmured as she walked with her head slightly tilted back. “It’s going to be so much fun.”