Flirty Smiles Novels & Stories

I whispered in her ears, as I took a strand of her hairs in my fingers and started twirling it. I noticed her but she didn't seem to react much. That means she is interested in me. "You don't have a smile on your face? Why so? Give me a chance, baby. You would smile and then, in the bed, you will moan my name asking me to push it more harder," I spoke in a sexy flirtatious tone. She looked at me, as she held my finger. I gave her a sinister smile, but the next moment, I felt a sharp pain in my finger as she twisted it so hard that I felt like it would break.

"It's a club, Isla. You have to drink." The waiter lingers, subtly intrigued by Sophia's energy. She flashes him a flirtatious smile, tossing her golden-brown waves over her shoulder, and as expected, he eats it up. I watch the exchange with mild amusement until Sophia turns to me, her eyes glinting. "You should try it," she says. "Flirting is fun." I feign a sweet smile. "I'd rather not." She sighs dramatically but lets it go, pulling me in closer. "Okay, at least smile for a selfie."

He’s going to find out that I can be a naughty little temptress too. I stood up and gave him a flirty smile. I turned to the side, trying to be as sexy as one could be while stretching. I kept eye contact with him, as I spread my legs leaning over to touch my toes without bending my legs. He knew I was teasing him. His eyes turned possessive, and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. Still leaning over, I smiled at him again and gave him a wink. Then I leaned back up into my standing position.

he rolled his eyes, smiling nonetheless. “Yes. Only yours,” I flirted, making him laugh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Just that you two couldn't tone down the smiles.” I tilted my head. “Seriously?” He shrugged. “What? I’m just saying. From what I saw, you two couldn’t stop looking at each other as well.” He waved his hand dismissively. “And that little goodbye? That was flirting.” “She did the same to you,” I pointed out. “Nah. Nah.” He shook his head slowly. “I know what I saw.” He paused, like he was choosing his words carefully. “It’s either that… or she’s just…cute”

“Don’t act so surprised. I thought you said I was charming.” “You are,” she admitted with a dramatic sigh, bumping her hip against mine. “Annoyingly so. But come on, I’ve been here longer. Either you’re some kind of magic tip magnet or I need to start flirting harder.” I feigned offense. “You think I flirt with customers? I’m wounded.” She smirked, raising a brow. “Don’t play innocent. You do that thing—you know, that warm smile, all eye contact and subtle leaning. I’ve watched you.”

And though she is almost drifting, a sweet and triumphant smile carves her lips. ****😊****

sweet? More importantly, what the fuck was wrong with me? He smirked, flirty , "The only pretty thighs I want to get in between are yours, Amor." Yep, still an asshole. Cue the eye roll.

I scream internally before closing my locker. “You’re just so fucking hot; I can’t help myself.”He looks at me wide-eyed as I approach him, my hips swaying. I stop before him, smirking as he stares at me for a moment before breaking out in laughter. What’s so funny? Do I look weird flirting? I have always been skilled at flirting, even with gay men. So why is he laughing at me? “Ny stop playing with me; I like this aggressive you though, now try it with a guy who likes….what you have.”I scoff, looking at his name tag as I walk past him.

I squirm as I try to unwedge the jeans from my butt gracefully, and he throws me a cheeky look as he watches me attempt it. “Want some help?” it’s a grin, a smooth move kind of flippant comment made by the males who walk around like cockerels in a hen house, and not an actual serious question. It’s obvious he expects my usual rebuff, but instead I throw a smile back his way, swallow down the utter nerves and butterflies he’s hitting me with and nod, in the way Meadow showed me. She gave me a crash course in simple flirting, while doing my hair earlier, and I throw on the sexy smile and flutter my lashes, butting in against him coyly. “If you like.” I bite on my lower lip, not sure if I’m doi