More Flirts! 5 Romantic Short Stories - By Lisa Scott Page 0,4
nod. Works every time.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, and touch her.”
He looked panicked. “What? That’s legal?”
She held up a hand. “Don’t grope her. I’m talking about grazing her arm, her shoulder. Just a quick gesture.”
“Okay. You’re sure?” He narrowed one eye at her.
“Yep. It’s flirty. Now you’re going to want to ask for her number, but don’t call for several days.”
His big hand wrapped around the beer mug, and Kyla gave him a few more points because those hands looked promising.
He took a swig of beer. “But what if I want to make a date for the weekend? Don’t we need time to plan?”
She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “Too bad. You wait at least three days. Make her think you’ve got other things going on and you’re going to squeeze her in. Like she’s lucky to have you.”
He cocked his head. “Where did you get this information from again?”
“Three brothers who have dated numerous beauty queens, flight attendants and models between them.”
“Any astronomers or mathematicians?”
Yeah, I’m definitely not his type. “I seriously doubt it. But the rules are the same for all women.”
“I wish I could take a quiz on this to make sure I’ve got it right.” He blew out a breath. “So, how do I start?”
Leaning forward, she laughed and ran her hand through his hair. His eyes widened and he froze as she caressed him. She smiled and talked through clenched teeth like a ventriloquist. “I’m fawning over you to make you seem attractive to the other women. Now, you go to the restroom, then approach a woman you like.”
“I don’t have to go to the bathroom.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s just an excuse to walk away from me.”
“Fine. If I have to.”
“You sound like you’re ten years old.”
Stone grinned. “I wish I was still ten. It’s a lot more fun than being twenty-six. When you’re ten, girls are easy.”
“Excuse me? Easy?”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t mean like trampy. When you’re ten, all girls have cooties, so dealing with them is easy—you just avoid them.”
She stifled a laugh. “You’re stalling, aren’t you?”
“Totally.”
She fished around for a piece of gum in her clutch. “You were fine playing peeping tom in the ladies evening wear section but you can’t approach a girl in a bar?”
He grunted something then walked to the restroom.
Kyla watched him approach the blonde with the boobs. He was saying something to her, and she blinked up at him. Then she slapped him. Kyla flinched. What the hell did he say now?
She expected him to slink back over to Kyla—or run out the door, but instead, he bounced on his toes, rolled his neck and headed for the other side of the bar. This time, he approached a cute Hispanic woman—who threw a drink in his face thirty seconds later.
He looked at Kyla, totally dumbfounded. She waved him over and he made a beeline for her.
“What the hell happened?” Kyla asked.
Rubbing the cheek where he’d been slapped, he groaned. “Blondie didn’t think the ten-year-old-girl joke was as funny as you did.”
“I didn’t think it was funny.”
He looked hurt. “You laughed.”
“I didn’t laugh; I smirked. At you. I was smirking at you not the joke. And what about the other gal?”
“I said, ‘Hey, pretty lady. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you into my car.’ I was playing off a car commercial I heard the other day. I wanted to be original.”
Kyla groaned. “That would be original for a kidnapper. Not a guy looking for a decent date.” Kyla let out a long sigh. “Okay. New rule. No lines, no jokes. Just walk up to a woman, say, ‘Hey, how you doing? I’m Stone. Can I get you a drink?’ Can you handle that?”
“Absolutely.”
She stared at him for a moment, uncertain. Then she shooed him away.
Stone wandered around the room, before finally approaching a brunette sitting by herself in the back. He sat down next to her, said a few words, and then promptly came back to Kyla.
“What did you do this time?”
“Nothing. I said hello, introduced myself and asked if I could buy her a drink. Then I touched her.”
Kyla gulped. “Where?”
“Her humeral head.”
She felt her eyes widen. “What? What is that? Where is that? And why would an astrophysicist know that?”
“I considered pre-med for a while. And the humeral head is here.” Stone touched the area above his armpit.
“I said her arm or shoulder.”
“That was nearly her arm or shoulder. My aim was off.”
“That was almost groping her chest!” Kyla ran her hands