Let's Flirt!
My four-year-old niece has flirting down to an art. Of course, she doesn't know she's flirting, she's probably never even heard the word flirt before. All she knows is she gets what she wants when she smiles and asks nicely.
It's not so much the asking, but the way she asks. She gives her best beguiling look, bats her lashes a bit, smiles (not just with her lips, but also with her eyes) and sweetly makes her demands. If there's hesitation on your part, she'll tilt her head to the side ever so slightly, put her hand on your arm and softly say, "Please."
Works every time. And she's only four. Imagine her at sixteen.
My character Alaina flirted in order to get the attention of the car owners. When I started writing Ruby Red Metallic, I couldn't get her to flirt because I didn't know how myself. At least, I didn't think I did, so I Googled how to flirt. Let me tell you, there's a lot of information out there, most of it crap.
There was one common thread in all the information I found. It's such a simple thing. All you have to do is smile. A genuine smile. A smile that reaches your eyes as well as your lips. Not some mindless grin either, but something that says, "I like you. Let's talk."
Care to flirt with me?
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Casey Sheridan wrote her first piece of erotica on a dare, and she loved it so much she never stopped. Her work has been published by Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared on The Erotic Woman, Every Night Erotica, and RSVP-Erotica.
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Alaina knows her cars, and she doesn’t view what she does for a living as stealing. Using all the physical attributes she has at her disposal, she merely acquires the high-end vehicles for a business partner. Although the beautiful cars turn her on, she has her heart set on a particular gem. When she finds her jewel, Alaina is pleasantly surprised by its handsome owner, Scott.
Now she’s faced with a dilemma. Does she choose the man or the gem?
Now she’s faced with a dilemma. Does she choose the man or the gem?
Excerpt
Alaina pulled open the heavy door of the greasy spoon diner and stepped inside. Her four-inch heels made contact with the once white, now faded and cracked, linoleum floor. The smell of stale cigarettes, freshly brewed coffee, and fried eggs swirled around her, while waitresses wearing pink uniforms and white aprons rushed past. She noticed the dented, stainless steel counter and the worn red vinyl on the stools around it. The same vinyl covered the seats in the booths, strips of silver duct tape repairing the rips. The buzz of conversations and the clank of dishes filled the air.
She spotted the man sitting alone at the counter holding a cigarette as he handed the menu back to a waitress.
Alaina headed in his direction. She passed booths filled with patrons, mostly men, eating breakfast and drinking coffee before heading off to their jobs. Their conversations became hushed when she looked their way, and there was more than one lascivious gleam as she strolled by. One man stared at her, mouth agape, and she threw him a smile as she continued down the row of tables to where the driver of the Viper sat. “Is this seat taken?”
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