Harmless Flirting Novels & Stories

“Define ‘let loose.’” “No phones, no business talk, and definitely no scaring away men who try to flirt with you,” she said, wagging a finger at me. I scoffed. “I don’t scare them away. I just… make it clear I’m not interested.” “You make it clear you could ruin their lives in five minutes,” she corrected. “And while that’s hot, it’s also counterproductive when I’m trying to have a good time.” I smirked. “Fine. I’ll behave.”

"You should find someone to share your life with; someone who makes you happy, who makes you feel comfortable enough to give up all your worries, someone who will help you with everything from money to happiness to your family." "Why are you so interested?" "well... you're hot too." "Did you hear that?" I gave a nod while smiling at him. "Why am I being so careless about my thoughts? Why do I keep spilling it?" "Hey, that's not a problem. it's cute though?" "how?" "Your outward appearance gives people that you're hard to get and your words make people get confused with your expression so your thoughts make it cute." "Are you flirting now?" "maybe..." and I let out a chuckle.

I held her eyes as I said it, making sure she caught the heavier meaning behind the little quip. She swallowed and broke eye contact first. "Do you do this to every woman you meet?" "Do what?" I asked. "This- This needless flirting! Like a-a rouge!" she exclaimed. I burst into laughter. "Really? A rouge? Who even uses that word anymore?" "It's what you're acting like," she argued. "Flirting shamelessly with a married woman!" I ignored the last part of her sentence. "To answer your question, I don't do this every woman. Just you. I only flirt shamelessly with you," I said.

Can’t it be just a friend? Maybe I should teach him a little lesson. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. “Mutual understanding is different from flirting. I don’t think you have a mutual understanding, even though I’m not and I will not want to see you. You’re obviously a playboy; stop flirting with girls, dude. Real men don’t hurt girls.” After sending that, I put my phone away. He’s such a pointless textmate, just another flirt. I felt my phone vibrate again in my bag, but I didn’t bother to check it; he might just annoy me even more.

He smiled and nodded, before asking, "You do realize that your best chance of earning better tips will require some friendly flirting with the customers. Are you OK with that?" I again nodded, as I said, "Yeah, I'm comfortable with that. I've never flirted with another guy before, but I'm not shy either. At the very least I can stay friendly and keep them ordering drinks." This made him smile, as he said, "Well that's why you're there."

They were about to get angry, and the people around them laughed out loud, "Don't embarrass yourself, she doesn't like you, so just leave." "Exactly, even if it's just flirting, it still needs to be mutual." Several people were aware that if they were to harass the woman here, they would be attacked by everyone later, after all, men all have the desire to play the hero and save the beauty. Moreover, the woman did look pretty, dressed so elegantly to the bar, really making people want to see the contrast on her body. Their faces were flushed, and they looked at her deeply. "You waited for us."

“You can’t win an argument with me because God knows I’m far too pretty to lose.” That made him turn all the way toward me, one brow lifting slightly, his gaze moving from my mouth back to my eyes. “No,” he said softly. “I can’t win an argument with you because every time you start talking like that, I stop caring who’s right.” Damn him. Seriously, damn him. “I hate it when you turn romantic without permission,” I muttered. “I can arrange to get permission first next time.” “Don’t formalize flirting. It’s horrifying.” He laughed again.

Was she playing the long game? “I expected you’d be asleep by now. I wanted my text to be the first you wake up to in the morning,” he added another wink emoji and I could tell what he was doing. William had a way with words and it helped that he had this natural charm around him. But people who could easily start flirting with another before they got the chance to confirm if they truly were interested or not, are dangerous people. “Well, I was just tossing and turning, begging for the gods to grant me this request,” I replied.

"Come on, loosen up." Letting out a sharp exhale, I reached for his hand. I’m bored, my throat is drying, and Valerian is a pain in my cute ass. "Has anyone already told you how beautiful you are tonight?" he asked, guiding my hand to his shoulder while barely touching my waist. "I’m allergic to flirting, Atticus." He chuckled, flashing his veneered teeth. "It’s a fact. Actually, I don’t flirt with my friends’ ladies. It’d break the bro code. I don’t want that. They’d send me to hell."

He laughed and finally ate the rest himself. Across the room, Andre was staring, and it was not casual or accidental. If looks could have reduced two people to ash, Tomas and I would have disappeared somewhere between the windows and the dessert table. I felt the heat of it without needing to look twice. Tomas, completely unaware, reached for his drink. "That was one victory for me." "Do not get comfortable." "I am already comfortable." "That sounds dangerous." "Only for people who underestimate me." The flirting had changed by then. It no longer needed to announce itself through clever lines. It sat in the pauses, in the way he kept smiling after I had finished speaking, in how close he sto