Romans & histoires Flirty Pick Up Lines

*wink*' The text was supposed to a flirty pick-up line or something funny. Unfortunately, my brain had still not changed gears and the only words my eyes highlighted were –I have been told. Told by who? How many girls had he massaged? Oh yes, he's a player, the count would be over the fifties. Again impulsively I typed. 'Oh yeah of course you have been told, I forgot you were a player. I can manage, thank you very much.'

“Err, I don't know… um… what to say to that. But I hope it's a good thing.” No… I didn't just open my big mouth and say something so cringe. Jesus. Maybe I should have taken Zoey's masterclass on how to talk to men who I think are interested in me. She always had an entire webinar of answers to their questions in case they try flirting with me. Chuckling a bit, his voice carried through the receiver in rich monotone. “Yeah. I think so.” “Can you come out tonight? Maybe we can hang around here or go somewhere nice. Somewhere you want to go.”

He took a swig out of the bottle before addressing her again. "I'm sorry, I know that's not much of a pickup line, but it is the truth. You are absolutely stunning. And I know this is incredibly forward, but the truth is I hate playing games so I'm just gonna put this out there. If you are interested, I would love nothing more than to spend the night fucking you senseless." Destiny nearly choked on her martini. Was this guy serious? She stared at him in disbelief. "Are you joking with me? You can't really expect that to work, can you? I don't even know you."

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.

Which was practically a lie because I have never really been on the receiving end of a pickup line but I was not going to succumb to his flirty behaviour. "Ouch, that hurt my poor heart, princess," Collin pouted, placing his hand dramatically over his chest. "How about I try my other line?" "How about a cup of coffee," I countered, ignoring his attempt at another pickup line. "I'm in dire need of a steaming coffee." "I saw a café on the way to the hospital. I can take you there, and we can try out my other lines," Collin suggested with a playful grin. **{••}**{••}**

I turned and marched back toward him, sand clinging to my legs and victory in my stride. He was waiting with that lazy grin, hands tucked in his pockets, looking like he had all the time in the world to admire the chaos I’d just caused. I tossed the hat back onto my head and struck a pose. “Okay, smartass. Since you’re clearly enjoying the show, how about we make things interesting?” Leo raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening.” I gave him a slow, challenging smile. “Pickup line battle. Loser owes the winner a massage.”

I gasped in false hurt “No, my lady. I would never, the only thing crazy about you is how you drive me “ he winked flirtatiously “That’s a horrible pickup line “ I informed him. “Maybe -but believe me, I’ve got a whole lot better, they’d bring you to your knees“ he boasted. “bring it on” I laughed. We were having lunch together at the school cafeteria. “There’s something on your face, “ he said and wiped the corner of my mouth with a paper towel and for some reason, a blush crept up my cheek “ thank you” I muttered biting my lip “You look cute when you blush” he whispered and it made my blush go even deeper.

“Your balls.” “Okay I got you, Nick, I’mma stay behave. I’m going to keep my hands to myself” He smiled in absolute defeat. By now, he should already know that he can’t somersault me with his dumb pick-up lines. I got my pick-up lines too, and it’s always on point.

"I thought that was what you did with all the ladies. You know, flirting being akin to breathing for you." "I am a flirt. I don't deny that. But I don't make women dinner, or breakfast. I smile. We fuck. I leave." "Ooh, now that sounds fun. So once we fuck," she repeated crudely, "you'll leave." "No. I'm not going anywhere, baby. It's not the same with you." "And why would I believe that?"

“Don’t just say things like that!” I laugh. “Why not?” “Someone could hear you, you big idiot!” I grin at her, and since she is so angry at me, red in the face and whatnot, I decide to mess with her by flirting. “There is no one here but us, babe. No one is going to hear me call your pussy pretty and pink and utterly delicious.”