Introducing Gemma Nye

When she first walked in the bar, Adrian’s eyes had followed her from the doorway all the way across the crowded Newcastle pub.
She was wearing or nearly wearing a sheer silk dress. The silver fabric clung provocatively to every lithe curve of her body.
The bottom of the dress barely covered her buttocks. Small sequined straps stretched the fabric almost to bursting point.
A matching set of gloves and high heels complimented the sexy ensemble perfectly.

Adrian licked his lips which were suddenly dry despite the large Jack Daniels and soda in front of him. He half stood up out of his seat in a primitive urge to be closer to this beautiful creature.
Then common sense prevailed…what the hell was he going to say? ‘Do you come here often?’ …’What sign are you?’...hmmmn?
Adrian plopped back despondently. Firstly his friends had stood him up again – they were probably waylaid down on the quay-side, and now he nearly made a fool, out of himself by trying to chat up a woman that was obviously so far out of his league that it wasn’t funny.

The woman seemed to glide through the bar without touching or being jostled by the rowdy crowd. She paused from time to time to peer through the crowd…was she looking for someone?
Of course she is! Adrian told himself. A beauty like that is hardly going to be out without some male model type to buy her drinks all night.
Then quite surprisingly, she turned her head and their eyes met…'across a crowded room' - if you can take that…then ever so slowly, she padded across the bar towards him.

Adrian looked around but no one else in the blue neon lit alcove paid him or the woman any attention. After what seemed like an age, she appeared in front of him.

“Hi” she purred “Mind if I sit?”

“No, no, sit down…please” Adrian blabbed. He brushed imaginary dust from the vacant seat.

“Thanks, you’re a real gent.”

Adrian felt himself begin to blush, he hated it, but he turned a deep shade of red whenever he tried his hand with the opposite sex.

The woman held out a slender hand in greeting, “My name’s Gemma.”

“Adrian…Adrian Baxter” he reciprocated, shaking her hand gently, then, “Nice gloves!”

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