Flirty Comebacks Novels & Stories

I might have had a thought or two about you too. He replied immediately. So glad I could leave a lasting impression on you. Another message followed before I had the chance to respond: I can't wait to see that beautiful face of yours again. I rolled my eyes, a blush creeping up my cheeks. Don't hold your breath, I replied with a winking emoji. It wouldn't be hard to find you, you light up every room that you enter. I didn't realize I could blush any harder; my face was now flaming. You really are a flirt, aren't you?

“In the city earlier today, someone knocked into me. It was you or your friend that you were with… Well, at least I thought it was…” “Ahh, yes, you walked into me.” He smiled. “Nooo, I think you walked into me… Have you seen my height?” I used my hands to emphasize my short arsed-ness. He nodded with a laugh, “Yeah, it’s kinda hard not to notice.” Ahh flirting I see. I’m rusty, but I’ll give it a go. #

He smiled, “Don’t go judging me because I only like meat.” “No judgment here.” I lift my hands in surrender, “I happen to enjoy a nice large piece of meat myself.” Okay, now I am flirting in a dirty way. He seems to have caught on. “I imagine you do.” He was flirting back. “I may just have the perfect piece for you.” He winked at me. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the indication of his comment. “I bet you do.”

He eyed the gorgeous ladies one by one to memorize their beautiful faces. ‘They’re new customers in here, I need to entertain and satisfy them to their liking.’ He thought to himself as he was planning to follow their requests whatever it is. “That’s exactly me..!” Florr waved her slender hand and answered flirtatiously giving the manager her most alluring smile. Florr’s five friends were left dumbfounded by her response. They never imagined that Florrabelle Valdez, the notorious in the field of law and the most serious among of them could act naturally flirtatious.

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.

She'd shown Sam how to flirt innocently with the customers, teaching her that it was okay to be that way, even if you were in a relationship with someone else. Now when she worked, Sam would laugh more when the customers said something flattering or humorous to her, and would smile and say thank you when they flirted or outright hit on her. Kara had taught her some witty comebacks too! She liked, "Sorry, I'm not on the menu," the most.

“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.”

“I was not! Why doesn't everyone think I'm a flirt...Geez” “Please,” I scoffed. “Have you forgotten all your college escape. I'm starting to wonder you choose your current profession.” “Shut up!” she laughed, grabbing a pillow and launching it at me again. “At least I have someone to flirt with. All you do is glare at people and plot their downfall.” I grinned. “And I do it well.” “You’re terrifying.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Jessica rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

His fingers play with the hem of my shorts, teasing the skin where my shorts brush my thigh. I swat at his chest. “Perv!” Then I think back to his use of 'ravishing' and give him a huge grin. "And think that was considered flirting in the fifties. Now guys think it's charming to tell girls they have a nice rack or-" I look him over with a mock frown, "A nice ass." I squeal when he playfully pinches my butt cheek under my short. “Hey. I think I flirt just fine. I've never gotten any complaints before." He tells me with a goofy grin.