Flirty Smiles Novels & Stories

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.

"that flirty, charming way, the way you smile and casually throw jokes around!" "Flirty? Dema, were you stalking me?" He asked, his voice sharp. "Stalking you?" I scoffed, my anger flaring. "No, I wasn't stalking you. I walked in, and I saw it. I don’t need to stalk you. You're like that with every single female you encounter." The words spilled out, raw and unfiltered. The hurt and the frustration I’d been holding in all day finally breaking free.

The fly buzzed, seconds passed and there was nothing sweet or soft landing in my lips, I peeked and saw him staring at me with a silly smile, clearly amused. He flicked my forehead with his finger. I squinted and pouted childishly. He chuckled at my babyish expression, he caressed my chubby cheeks with his slender long fingers. I couldn't help but puff them as I was smiling. He pinched them and I squeaked, flinging my arms playfully.

my dressing compliment my slim thick hourglass figure well just like those classy ladies I see on television. at the entrance of the magnificent cozy building " good morning Miss, do you have any appointments or reservation?" the new security officer asked me... " well I have an appointment with the manager Mr Richard". I lied confidently "Miss, swipe your identity card on the register and move to the security check point" I have been well acquainted with all the security check procedures, I passed the security check point and made my way to the Manager's office. "Good day Mr Richard_" I greeted flashing him my most charming smile.

Despite my years of etiquette classes, I never knew what to do with women when they did this. I glanced down at the book. “I’ve read this, and it’s good, but not quite as good as dumping a douchebag.” I tried to keep my tone friendly, noncommittal, but for all I knew I was flirting back. For all my lessons, flirting wasn’t exactly something I’d been trained in. She smiled and touched her hair, batting those eyes at me. My brain scrambled for something to do, because otherwise I had a feeling she was about to give me her number or—

I'm watching and hunting her. She slips through the chaos, eyes wide but sly, mouth curving into a smile she doesn't mean. Her fingers linger on arms, on shoulders, testing the waters of every man stupid enough to believe she's interested. She laughs at words that don't amuse her. She leans in close, brushing against them just enough to spark their greed. It's all a game to her. Trying to flirt her way into walking out of here with more cash in her pocket than she came in with.

Who? He smiles at me and God damn that dimple of his is a vagina killer. "And..." I trailed off. "I missed you too." I added sheepishly. I’m flirting. I can’t help but flirt back to an engaged man. There is no taking that back now, he heard it but it felt good to finally say it out loud.

he inquired from her with a slight chuckle. “I want you to guess what I would like,” she gave him a flirty smile, wrapping her hands around her middle. “Just give me what you think I will like.” “Is that a challenge?” He cocked his head to one side, with amusements dancing in his eyes. “Don't worry, I'll make something you will like.” “I’m waiting,” she hopped on the high chair, setting an elbow on the edge of the tall table. “Make me happy, bro.” His heart fluttered, seeing her carefree nature for the first time. It was so enchanting.

“Horrible.” “What?” I asked. “You sound like a customer service bot,” she said. “I’m answering the question,” I said. “Try this instead,” she said. “Say, ‘Depends… what’s in it for me?’” I stared at her. “I can’t say that.” “Why not?” she asked. “He’ll think I’m joking,” I said. “Good,” she said. “Joking is allowed. Joking is your cover. You tease, he teases back. That’s how you open space for flirting without feeling naked.”

“Flirty? Of course not.” Our eyes met again, and this time she didn’t look away. My chest tightened. I wasn’t trying to flirt, not really. I had always held myself back because I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. But as I stared at her now, all I wanted was to reach across that small space and make her mine. So I smirked and said, “But I wouldn’t mind flirting if you want me to.” Patricia rolled her eyes, smiling. “I can see you enjoy teasing me.”