Harmless Flirting Novels & Stories

"...who's already losing." His eye twitched. Check. No need for wild flirting now. I wanted to get in his head. Under his skin. I leaned forward, not trashy, not obvious, just soft, almost demure. Whispered sweet like poison. "It's cute, you know," I said gently, folding my hands. "That you think I'd ever beg." "Careful, Sera," he murmured. "I'm not a nice man. You flirt like that again, and I'm not going to stop at doing things next time."

“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”

“I don't have money. I thought we made that clear.” “Yeah. Doesn't matter.” I fake an indifferent look to seem unamused. I don't need him to know that engaging in our sometimes childish banters is the only type of flirting I'm kinda good at. “You still look like you're rolling in it,” I quip when the grin on his face widens. Dominico scoffs. “I wish.”

Excuse me Mr, but you do not flirt with you friend You do not call late at night to check whether they have eaten You do not put your nose in their business You do not take them out for lunch You do not ask your friend on a date! Actually... People do that as friends... I need to find myself some proper male friends that are not my booty calls. "Friends... Right." "Is there something wrong with that Miss Hunter." "Oh no, absolutely nothing wrong. So, what should I wear, friend?" "I would prefer if you asked while looking at me, friend." There has never been any harm in looking, right? I turned around and looked at the man like he preferred. And I can confirm that there is harm in looking. Be

“You go ahead. I'll try and clean up this place. Pops gonna have me grounded if I don't.” “Not if I can help as well. Be back in a bit.” On my way to the kitchen, my hands quiver as I tuck my skirt a little higher, and knot my tank top under my breasts. I flip my hair back, and put on a flirtatious smile. It's like a superpower — I've disarmed almost every man I've come across with my smile and suggestive body language. I'm known for being a smart flirt. A sly tease. They're wrong, but Godforbid they ever find out that it's all a facade. That I'm just pretending. Treading water. Try as much as they can to resist me, I've always gotten what I wanted.

He gently smiled at her and browsed the cupcakes and cookies. “I see. How are you?” She’s just being polite and talked to him for a while. She didn’t think too much of it and simply chatted with him. He’s still the same. He’s not actually assertive. The guy doesn’t even know how to flirt. It was a fairly normal conversation between old classmates. And then, Klyde showed up. From his perspective, she’s having fun speaking with that guy. She was even smiling and listening intently. He glared at the man as he approached them.

she said after a moment. “Yes?” “There’s something I need to ask you.” I straightened slightly. “Okay.” Her fingers worried at the edge of the blanket, twisting the fabric. The sharp edge she’d had earlier was gone now, replaced by something more careful. More vulnerable. “I need you to answer honestly,” she said. “Not defensively. Not like you’re managing a situation.” “I can do that,” I said. She met my gaze. “What does the flirting mean?” There it was. “If it’s just something you do,” she continued, voice steady but quiet, “or if it’s boredom, or ego, or because I happen to be nearby—”

It wasn't until I was a distance away that I realized I was quaking in my boots. Fortunately, Leslie was with me. Perhaps he sensed my discomfort as he spoke with faux trepidation. "Pulling someone's hem is considered flirting in Brundela, Queenie. You have to make me your official partner." I shot him a look that said, "Are you being serious right now?" He nodded earnestly, his eyes wide and innocent. "Fuck off." I tapped his head with my phone. "You guys say hi with a kiss to the lips. Tugging on someone's hem isn't even close to what the locals here would consider intimate."

“Well, I can’t control who hits on me now, can I?” I put my hands on my hips as fury pumps through my bloodstream. “Listen here, you.” I hold my finger up. “I’m not a cheat. Even though what we have is a business deal, the purpose is to maintain a front and I wouldn’t jeopardise that by flirting with anyone.” “Secondly, I don’t have many friends, so if he’s being nice, I’m not going to be rude, am I?” “Ha,” he huffs as he rolls his eyes in disgust.

I was trying to escape the doom this could result in. “Stop acting like it’s such a big deal. It’s just flirting. Aren’t you a woman? You can have your way into his heart. If he's heartless, you can have your way into his mind. No one is incapable of falling in love. Just follow my advice, okay? I can give you a full list on what to do. My first tip would be to smile more when you’re around him, bat your eyelashes or anything, just make gestures and make sure you touch him constantly— be affectionate. Every cold-hearted person needs a warm angel to soften his frigidness.”