Good Flirt Line Novels & Stories

" What? Tell me! " " It doesn't mean anything. I haven’t had a girlfriend since I was in high school. If I got one, it might be you! " Here it comes his sweet talk. " Are you trying to flirt me? " I kept my face straight. He let out a soft chuckle. " Does it work? " Of course it does! The smile on his face widened. He turned his head slightly to the side where he could see my face blushing in better view. I hate him but don't really hate him!

Mark smirked before replying to his wife, “Since I can’t take my eyes off you.” It took a couple of seconds for Angelo to understand what the perverted b*st*rd was aiming for; he almost choked on his saliva when Mark had tried to flirt with him. Angelo stopped himself from rolling his eyes in front of Mark and could only swallow the shivers that; he felt- when Mark had tried a pickup line on him. “Stop!” Angelo’s eyes suddenly grew wide and; shouted. “It’s creepy, man.” “Are you made of copper and tellurium?” Mark uttered another pickup line that caused Angelo to cringe. “Cause you’re cute.”

His fingers made another pass up my arm, and I had to force myself to concentrate on his words and not his fingers. “Were they good chat up lines?” I tilted the frosty bottle to my lips as I stared up at him. “My best.” I couldn’t help it. I grinned at him. He was such a goofball. And the chemistry between us couldn’t be denied. Hell, I wasn’t sure I wanted to deny it. What was the harm after all? “Then I’m sorry I missed them by daydreaming.”

“I’m changing rule number one of flirting. No matter how tempting it may be, avoid using lines that can come across as creepy.” We soon get into the swing of it. By the swing of it, I mean adding more confusing rules for Scott to follow, and of course drinking more wine than we should. It’s almost three in the morning, Katie is slurring her words, I’m almost asleep and Scott has performed more than an actor on Broadway. Dani meanwhile has decided she’s had enough of teaching flirting and has moved onto cunnilingus. “Woah, Woah! I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves,” says Scott on mock horror. “It’s only been a few hours since we covered open and closed questions, isn’t it a bit

I leaned back, trying to put some space between us—to escape his intoxicating scent and my body’s inconvenient reaction to his nearness. “Does that line always work for you? Because if this is your idea of flirting, I’m sorry to say, you’re doing a poor job,” I said, feigning indifference. His eyes lit up with challenge. “Oh baby, I haven’t even started. And I assure you, when I do, you’ll be begging me to take you somewhere secluded and ravish you until walking becomes a challenge.” I blinked, stunned by his boldness. My breath hitched, and I felt my nipples tighten. I suddenly had the urge to press my thighs together to relieve the pressure building between them.

Yes, they were both ogling me. I had their attention alright as I got closer to them; you know the personal zone where they couldn't really get angry with a fetching woman, just go male 'gaga', and give in and only later scratch their heads and their groins and realise how feminine wiles had got the better of them. Well, that was the plan. Problem was my approach was too kick-arse raunchy and it ended up being my arse on the line. "Oh, please forgive me, my sincerest apologies, "I started in a husky, flirtatious voice.

“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”

Especially around me? He glanced at me once, then again before starting the engine. “You look nice, by the way,” he said casually. I turned to the window, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing the tiny smile tugging at my lips. “Save your lines for someone else.” “They’re not lines if they’re true.” I groaned softly, resting my elbow on the window. “Do you always flirt this much, or do you just enjoy making me mad?” “Both,” he admitted shamelessly, steering the car smoothly down the driveway. “You should see how adorable you look when you’re annoyed.”

I stared at his readied self with a wide eye as he laughed at my reaction. "Well, close your mouth before a mosquito goes in the place where only my tongue should go. You know I'm quite possessive about my things and what belongs to me." Was that even flirting? Dunno, but my cheeks surely heated up as I gazed at the ground trying to hide my blush. It meant the lines of his work. "Don't stare at the floor like that otherwise it would be awkward to see a floor falling for someone." Eyes big I only thought one thing, how come he was so good with these flirting lines?

“You’re cute when you glare.” “Do you flirt with everyone like this?” “Only the pretty ones.” I roll my eyes, but for once, it’s not because I’m annoyed. “You realize that line is ancient, right?” “Yeah, but it worked, didn’t it?” I narrow my eyes. “It absolutely did not.” He grins. “You’re smiling.” I cover my mouth immediately. “No, I’m not.” “Liar,” he says softly, nudging my shoulder with his. “But don’t worry. I won’t tell the ‘paparazzi’ you enjoy my company.”