Gemma couldn't help the grin that crossed her face. She knew he would check her out. They always did. She couldn't hear what he was saying as he called to her, but she came back out a moment later in a low-cut pink tank top and shorts, her feet now bare, before she started mixing her own drink. "I've got it, love. Thanks, though."
If this didn't catch his attention, she didn't know what would.