Flirty Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

Then Chris asks, "Wanna hear some pickup lines?" Piper grins, "Sure." "Are you g****e cause you have everything I've been looking for," he starts. Piper smiles, "Good one." "Did it hurt?" Chris asks. "Did what hurt?" "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Piper bursts out laughing. "Wait. Your boobs look great in this dress," he says. Piper smiles but then remembers that it's supposed to be a pickup line. She has heard it before.

It was deep and masculine. I turned slightly to see a man, perhaps in his late forties, with salt and pepper hair and a goatee. He had deep-set, piercing dark eyes that any woman would find overly attractive, well, not me. I had a thing for blue eyes. A blue certain eyes that didn't even want me. "What's your name, angel? You caught my attention the moment you walked into the room with your friend." he smiled warmly at me, "You're gorgeous." I raised my brows at him. Was that it? His attempt to flirt with me. That was lame. It was the weirdest pick-up line I had ever heard, and it did nothing for me.

“You have no idea. Meetings, conferences, idiots trying to impress me… exhausting stuff. You could’ve called, you know. Hearing your voice might’ve helped.” I rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t about to disturb your empire building.” “Disturb?” he echoed, a playful glint in his eyes. “Sweetheart, you’re the only person I want to be disturbed by.” Oh my fucking goodness, how does he do this all the time? Know exactly the most flirtatious thing to say at the right moment. “Ugh. You really need new lines.” I rolled my eyes at him. He chuckled, dropping his jacket on the armrest and stretching his arms out a bit. “I don’t. They seem to work perfectly fine on you.”

He asked and I let out a chuckle to his surprise. I'm equally surprised that I'm laughing instead of raining curses on him or either panicking. "What's funny, sweetheart?" He asked and moved closer a bit, I took a step backward and regained my stand. "Your flirting skill is eerie and very old school, I think you should stick to your wife or if your prick wants some other pussy to dig, I advise you go look for one that suits your age." I drawled sarcastically and a frown graced his face. "Don't you think you're being so intrepid?"

my finger went up then pointed to the ground. "Are you flirting?" Jay intercepted. "Nah duh I'm only stating a fact here and believe me if I were seducing you I would be all over you. You would never be able to resist my charm." Their jaws drop. How cliché? I walk toward the door and turn the knop. However, before I walk out I turn back at them. I said, "believe me if I'm interested you wouldn't be able to keep your paws to yourself BUT too bad I'm not."

I just love the game, and being a flirt! I like to be a tease and it is said that, ‘You get more bees with honey than you do with vinegar!’ I choose to be sweet with a hint of sexy flirtatiousness and it always gets the wolves going. It gives them that little glint of hope that they just MIGHT have a chance with me. Of course they really don't, but I’ll never tell them that!

He was probably thinking what a lame pick-up line that was. I had to explain myself so he would not misunderstand. "You are literally taking my breath away. Asthma, remember?" "Oh! I see. You're lucky, you're so beautiful," he mentioned, hand trailing my face. "Yeah, so try not to suck me in okay?" "Okay, I won't." I clung my arms around his neck, this time dragging his face down until his lips were leveled to mine. I brushed my lips on his, and he gently responded this time while being careful.

“Boring.” It wasn’t surprising that he was mocking them. The contents of these little notes were utterly unoriginal, filled with cheesy pick-up lines. Some asked directly for her contact details, while others were more detailed: “I’m the guy sitting at your seven o’clock. If you turn around, we’ll be friends.” There were even some who gave their phone numbers directly, listing their height, weight, and hobbies, and claiming they had no bad habits, no ex-girlfriends, and were as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Maybe flirty men weren’t so annoying after all. I eyed this one with renewed interest as he tipped his chin, motioning toward me. “Hey,” he murmured with that awesome, panty-dropping voice of his. “I could give you a ride to that liquor store you’re knocking over. Or is it an ATM you’re robbing? Whatever mischief and mayhem you’re causing, I’d gladly play getaway man. For you.” Okay, I had to give him props for that one. He was certainly cute and witty with the lines. Which was totally my type.

I leaned back in my chair at the dining table, my phone resting loosely in my hand, and asked myself a very simple question. What exactly do you say to a perverted freak who only wants to sleep with you? More importantly, would he even reply now? Things had changed. He was no longer an investor at Greenleaf Med. I sighed softly, my eyes dropping to the screen again. I typed quickly, not giving myself room to hesitate again. ‘Hey there handsome, it’s been a while. Do you have a moment for us to talk?’ I read it again. It was simple. Flirty enough I guess.