Flirty Riddles Novels & Stories

Just a few simple sentences and he was right there with me. I moved over, set my wine on the nearby side table. I slapped my hands together, rubbed. "Let's get cracking, hero. I want to cuddle and watch a sappy movie." He laughed as he added his snifter of dark amber liquid to the side table. "Then let's get cracking." ** "You're telling me you've actually worn this?" Ryker let the slinky fabric slide through his fingertips. "Out in public?" I laughed, tossed another shirt into the DONATE pile. "Yeah. You once asked me how my flirt game was so strong. I'm a Grade A-1 flirter. But I never let it get far enough to be anything other than flirting."

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.

"Tell us more about that client email. Sounds hilarious." Jane laughs and dives in, but every word feels like a brush against that hidden tension. While she's mid-story about some absurd client demand, waving her fork for emphasis, I feel a surge of boldness under his steady glances. The memory of that staircase kiss loops in my head, fueling me. I catch his eye for the one hundredth time and then I do something I never thought I would do. Being flirty. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, and the soft give of it draws his focus like a magnet.

Ellie tried to take her arm away but she just hurt herself. "Shut up and you're not the one I'm talking to!" He tightened even more his grip on her arm. "This is where she is, Arthur, so listen carefully. Turn me on my side and I am everything. Cut me in half and I'm nothing. What I am? You only have one minute to find the answer before I start the bomb." The riddles made Arthur's forehead in knotted where he start thinking for the answer. He was pertaining with the floors which made him thought that it could be about numbers but what could it be?

Hardin shrugs lightly. "They're cute." I comment. "You're cute." Hardin mutters, like it's supposed to be some kind of insult, but his attitude only makes me grin. "Riddle me this." Abruptly, I jump on the bed. "I'm spread out before being eaten. Your tongue gets me off. People sometimes lick my nuts, what am I?" The laughter in my voice as I ask the question is loud. Hardin looks me up and down with a suggestive grin, obviously assuming my words mean something else entirely.

I said boldly. He raised a brow again, and his eyes sparkled mischievously. "You’re flirting with me?" he asked, flashing a set of pearly white teeth. "That's a first," he added, and I blinked, stunned. "What? Don't tell me no one has ever flirted with you before!" I said, completely in disbelief. His laughter ignited the fire within me. My center grew even wetter by the minute. I squeezed my thighs together to stop my traitorous body from reacting so much to him.

He asked smirking. I blinked really fast, and scoffed. Did that just come out of his mouth? I thought to myself. “Are you insane? Do you think I’m one of those dirty flings you meet at the club? Or you think your stupid smirks will work on me? You must be a joker.” I replied my voice firm. I tried to jerk my hand free, but he held tight, his fingers rubbing mine in a flirting way, and I quickly jerked my hands out of his grip.

“Okay, fine. You’ve caught me. But can you blame me? Look at these pieces of meat around here. Everyone here holds some high position in one way or another. This could be my ticket to getting a sugar daddy.” Eva shook her head, still laughing. “You’re impossible.” “I know, right?” Rylie grinned, unabashed. “But hey, a little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, and if I happen to find a generous soul along the way, who am I to turn down an offer?” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at my lips. “You’re something else, Rylie.” “Flattering, aren’t I?” he teased, “Just wait, you’ll see me walking away with my new benefactor by the end of the day. Mark my words.”

I was making an attempt at making a joke after we’ve been working all morning. He stopped what he was doing and look down at me. He had a full blown smile “Oh really, flex your arm or take your shirt off, I need to see your sleeper build” Ohh he was flirting, this wasn’t what I planned. “Uhhhh, I don’t…. I” I was stuttering??? “Just hand me the nails Hazel” he got me where any man would want a woman - speechless. His looks and his smile and the flirting had that effect on me.

It turned out Miss Riplinger was fun, just as Sydney said, but she was mostly flirty. She strutted around like a peacock on the prowl. The guys ate it up. The way she leaned over them, her V-neck top exposing cleavage. The girls giggled like they thought it was funny, but I got the feeling it actually irritated them.