Flirty Smiles Novels & Stories

I said smoothly, She smiled back. “Did it?” “Depends on whether you’re as interesting as you look” I replied. A soft laugh left her lips. She turned slightly toward me. “I think I am.” “I’ll be the judge of that.” We talked easily and flirtation came effortlessly when it was mutual. She laughed at my words, touched her hair and leaned in closer than necessary. I allowed it, encouraged it even. I wasn’t looking for anything complicated, just distraction and something to pass the time.

he said softly, his fingers brushing mine briefly as I took it. I dabbed at my mouth, narrowing my eyes at him. “Flirt,” I muttered under my breath, the word slipping out before I could stop it. And then he smiled—a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes. It wasn’t the usual smirk or expression of smug amusement. It was something softer, something that made my chest tighten in confusion.

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.

“Then what must I do to win a beautiful woman like you?” My cheeks flared instantly, burning like I’d been hit with the summer sun. I licked my lips, the heat spreading through my face, and gave him a coy smile. “Okay, since you’re good-looking,” I said, trying to sound flirty but probably just sounding tipsy, “I’ll make it easy for you. But know this—I never make it easy for anyone. It’s just for you, okay?” The guy chuckled, “Sure. I’m lucky, then.”

Oh shit! "Smile, Em. He's watching." I stared at his face for a while and then slowly flashed a sweet smile. Since he's obviously flirting with me and I don't accept defeat, I caressed his jaw and moved my face closer, planting a soft kiss on his neck which, I felt, made him stiff. Got ya, flirty pervert!

"Hey Alec, what's flirting?" He flashed me a grin. "Well, flirting is exactly what you and I were doing a while back." "And what's that?" "The art of flirting is to impress someone by the way they compliment them or make em smile. You made me smile a while back so you were flirting with me." "Oh," I said as realization dawned in. I made Hunter smile a lot too, that means I flirted with him. "Well, does that make us friends?" "Yes." He said. "Of course. We are friends. Hey listen, I have like two tickets for a movie on Saturday, you wanna come with?"

Just a movement of my eyelids, but he didn't reply and as much to my surprise he also walked away with redness on his face! Idiot! Boys! you need to call him handsome, and you called him beautiful. Nowadays, guys think about them too much, he must be thinking that you insulted him. But I didn't. Well, forget about him. Another guy is approaching, I must flirt with him at least and be successful in this. Ok! I rubbed my hands Just smile, smile and smile. And waffle your hair a little bit. And compliment them. As he came near where I stood, I approached him with a chuckle, "Hey! I was looking at your face, and I thought that I should say you have such a charming face and very good hair."

His fingers play with the hem of my shorts, teasing the skin where my shorts brush my thigh. I swat at his chest. “Perv!” Then I think back to his use of 'ravishing' and give him a huge grin. "And think that was considered flirting in the fifties. Now guys think it's charming to tell girls they have a nice rack or-" I look him over with a mock frown, "A nice ass." I squeal when he playfully pinches my butt cheek under my short. “Hey. I think I flirt just fine. I've never gotten any complaints before." He tells me with a goofy grin.

If my current situation is cooperative, but it's not. "You don't like me, and you convey the message without words but bluntly." I can't help but roll my mad eyes at him to put an end to this stupid conversation; I turn my head fully to him and give him my most confident pretty smile, the kind of smile I use if I want attention. He doesn't hold back or back down; he smiles too, and amusement is written all over his handsome face. "I'm not in the mood for some flirty small talk Mister, so stop talking to me, and we can both have our peace."

he replied. I gasped. "Are you trying to flirt with me?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "It depends." he replied. "Pardon!" I exclaimed, making air quotes. "It depends on what?" I asked. "What is your definition for flirting?" he asked, standing up and moving closer to me. "I'm leaving, Mr Okorie." I said, raising my voice higher than usual, he mimicked my words and then chuckled. What was actually wrong with this guy?