Innocently Flirting Novels & Stories

I was like in my mind I'm singing why you're so obsessed with me boy I wanna know hahaha obsessed the fuck. Okay hoooh amber calm down don't act weird okay just act normal don't show him you are blushing! Wait inhale exhale hoooh! Hmmm okay one, two, three. Ahhmm really! Why? I said. I don't want to say too much words I can't respond too much I need to act like I'm not interested at him and not affected on this kind of flirting strategy. Have you already forgotten? He asked. Like man yes I forgot what the heck are you talking about? Just tell me straight to the point I hate circumstances.

This was because somewhere in between the time Erik asked me to join him for lunch and the time I was getting my face poked with different make-up brushes by a very determined June, I had turned into a sort of shy Cinderella and was now all too nervous to bring up any meaningful car ride conversations without fear of failing apart in a miserable wreck of nerves. But despite my insistent silence, Erik still noticed my sudden discomfort and tried all he could to get me to act like usual or at the very least, say something by complimenting my new chic look like a dozen times over, in a dozen different ways, but I still somehow failed to get past a simple thank you and a forced smile which mostl

"Yes. I've been hit many times." Her expression fell. She shook her head. "I'm going to kill those idiots in the Valley. Hit on is a term used when someone flirts with you. Tries to get in your pants. Take you to bed. Play doctor. Hide the salami. Get your freak on. Bump uglies." She raised her brows. I shook my head. "No. No one has ever flirted with me before." I tipped my head to the side. "At least not that I know of. Only my men have ever said they wanted to bed me. The others just took what they wanted from me."

I asked curiously. "I’m chatting with my engineer," Sheila said without looking at me, clearly focused on her conversation. "You’re flirting again, and when you get tired, you ghost them? Try to deny it; I know you, Sheila, don’t lie to me." I looked at her with furrowed brows. "I’m just playing with them, and you’re just jealous. You should try flirting too, even just once. It’s a waste of your beauty if you’re not using it. If I were you, I’d have flirts left and right."

’You’re still thinking too much,’ his voice caressed my ear as his mouth softly touched my skin, ‘Planning is good, but you need to let your instincts take control as well…’ Swallowing thickly, I leant into him, ‘What do your instincts tell you?’ I turned my head slightly so our faces were close to one another. Puffing out a half-laugh, ‘My instincts tell me you’re trying too hard and that I’m going to win yet another deal between us,’ he hummed in my ear, which sent a tingle between my legs, ‘I should’ve bet for something more… fun.’ I shoved my elbow into his stomach and held my ground again, ‘Do you ever stop flirting?’

"...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."

“Are you flirting with her?” “What? No,” I feign a gasp. But of course I’m flirting with Evelyn, she’s a very beautiful woman and smart too. I too crave a shift from the beauty-only girls that I often bed, and Evelyn seems like more than a break. “I’m just being friendly and ensuring that she’s welcome at home.” I lie. “Can we go now, or are you waiting for Miss Perfect to insult the kids to their face?”

Alpha Caelum spoke, “I instantly knew you were the only one my eyes would enjoy looking at for the rest of my life.” I closed my eyes as I softly laughed at his sentiment. “You’re always bad at flirting.” “How so?” “Those words are awkward.” “Awkward?” He raised a brow. “I thought it's poetic—and romantic.” I bit my lower lip. He shook his head and his knees sank deeper into the carpet, kneeling before me as formally as anyone could. “Then, will you let me awkwardly flirt with you for the rest of your life, Lilly Farrow? Today, and the days to come?”

“Don’t just say things like that!” I laugh. “Why not?” “Someone could hear you, you big idiot!” I grin at her, and since she is so angry at me, red in the face and whatnot, I decide to mess with her by flirting. “There is no one here but us, babe. No one is going to hear me call your pussy pretty and pink and utterly delicious.”

“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.