From my awkward angle, I see he’s gelled his hair and his black shirt is unbuttoned, revealing a tight, white T-shirt underneath. I turn my head and face the table. Behind me, Harry whispers in my ear, ‘You’re working that outfit, don’t worry.’ I tell him something along the lines of ‘having it’ and ‘flaunting it.’ Harry laughs delightedly and stays put right where he is. Faith is watching us intently.

The club, both inside and outside the roped-off area, is filling up. The music is warming up too, but not too loud yet.

As he reaches forward for a glass of champagne, Harry grazes my shoulder with his chin. A flood of pheromones. My God, he smells amazing. For a fleeting moment, his breath is warm in my ear. Light-headed, and not just from the champagne, I take a deep breath in. When Harry’s fingers brush lightly over mine, my eyes close momentarily. I’m giddy. Aflutter in my own world. Falling into my thoughts until, suddenly, I’m toppling off my chair – landing smack-bam on my ridiculously pink-ruffled behind, having experienced what can only be described as something close to a fully clothed orgasm. Thump.

‘Gracie, are you okay?’ Faith is the first over to pick me up and set me back down on my chair.

Coming around, I see Harry is no longer behind me – he’s standing several feet away, flanked by two Barbie-doll blondes, both of them dressed identically in high white leather boots and silver mini-dresses. The girls stare wide-eyed at me. Harry appears startled. I’m startled. How did he get all the way over there, with them, while I was very much over here… with him?

‘That’s enough bubbly for you,’ Faith laughs, now she’s confirmed I’m not injured. Not physically, anyway. ‘Think you can stay seated while we finish these introductions?’

‘Sorry. Yes. I don’t know quite what happened there.’

Harry gives me an intense look, of concern, if I had to guess. Confused by what’s just happened, I avert my eyes.

The girls look familiar, I think from Harry’s wall.

‘I’m Bip,’ says the taller of them.

‘I’m Ban.’

‘I’m, um, Gracie,’ I say, so embarrassed. ‘Hello.’

Faith returns to her seat.

I check my watch. It’s just gone 10 p.m. I haven't eaten anything since lunch time. We didn’t bother with dinner. I’m really rather drunk.

‘You’re the star of the new show Harry’s working on,’ Bip, I think she said her name is, says.

‘We watched you on the television the other night.’ And Ban?

I wonder if they were with Harry when they watched the show. And why, during our many conversations over the past few months, Harry has never mentioned them to me.

Now I pause to think, I still know so little about him. He knows so little about me.