Freddie’s face falls for a moment. Hopefully the threat of me calling his superiors will send him packing. He shuffles towards the end of the sunlounger.

‘Lila… do you actually think I’m a barman?’ he asks.

‘Erm, yes,’ I reply, only now I’m not so sure. ‘You served me a drink in a bar.’

‘You asked me to.’

‘Because you’re the barman.’

‘Nope.’

‘What?’ I say. ‘I’m so confused. So, you’re the pool boy?’

Freddie laughs so hard he falls back onto the sunlounger.

‘Oh, Lila, you’re killing me,’ he says. ‘I’m a guest too. I’m staying in the suite next door to yours.’

Oh, God. Oh-h-h-h, God.

I look over at the villa. I hadn’t really processed just how big it is, in relation to how much smaller my living space is. It is one villa, with multiple suites inside. Well, it was dark when I got here and, after my first post-wedding drink, I’m not actually convinced I was fully sober for another second of it. Looking at the building now, I’d say there are maybe three separate suites in this one old villa. And there are three ladders into the pool, one outside each set of bi-folding doors.

‘The porter told me this was my private pool,’ I say.

‘It’s the villa’s private pool,’ he tells me. ‘The three suites share it.’

‘Oh… my… God, I am so embarrassed.’

Still leaning on the side of the pool, I place my head in my hands.

‘It’s funny,’ he insists. ‘Don’t worry about it.’

‘I’m mortified,’ I reply.

I thought I’d hit rock bottom yesterday, but I hadn’t. This is rock bottom. It has to be.

‘Can I grab you a towel?’ he asks.

‘Yes, please. There’s one on my sofa.’

Freddie dashes inside my part of the villa to grab it for me, and I hear him roar with laughter. What’s so funny in there?

Oh, God. Oh-h-h, God. No, please, God no. He’s seen the dildo – I mean, how could he bloody miss it?

He walks out with my towel, with the biggest grin ever plastered across his face. I want to slap it off.

He holds the towel out for me.

‘Here we go,’ he says, stifling a laugh.

‘Close your eyes,’ I say.

Freddie does as I ask, so I hurry out of the pool, snatch the towel from him and wrap it tightly around my body, before dashing towards my apartment.

‘Hey, at least the water made your hair less massive,’ he jokes. Today his teasing just pisses me off.

I don’t reply.

‘Hey, Lila,’ he starts, following me towards my door.

‘Just leave it,’ I say.

‘Sorry, I just thought—’

‘Please, just go away,’ I snap.

‘Okay, fine,’ he replies, taking the hint. ‘I’ll leave the two of you alone.’

Freddie retreats back to his portion of the pool area. I close my door behind me.

I can’t believe I thought he was the barman – but why did he make me a drink, if he wasn’t? And he didn’t just make me a drink, he made a drink, a real one, an amazing one. He knew what he was doing.