They make me better, instantly. Like I’m not the only loser who can’t be loved.

‘Maybe there’s someone else you’re meant to be with,’ Bin says.

‘Mmm. Maybe, like, Harry?’ Ban suggests.

‘Oh, no, Harry is my agent.’ I only half-object. ‘I mean, he’s lovely. But…

‘But what? He’s lovely. You’re lovely.’

‘You should go for it, Gracie.’

‘And not hold back!’

‘Definitely!’

I don’t deny I won’t.

With a little prompting, both girls confess to being ‘not in a relationship’ right now, then they each run through a shortlist of men with whom they’re engaging in some sort of sexual liaison. Harry doesn’t rate a mention. I’ve poked about, but I still don’t have a definitive steer on their relationship. The girls are twenty-one and twenty-two years old, work as part-time models, Harry as their agent, and live together in a one-bedroom flat in Elephant and Castle. They mention they often crash in Harry’s spare room, in his amazing flat beside the Embankment. Yet they’re keen to suggest a romantic involvement between Harry and me? They can’t be lovers. Ex-lovers, maybe? I just don’t know. And every time I get close to asking, our conversation curve balls. Albeit I’m happier than I think I’ve ever been.

I confess to having a fleeting thought the girls might have been propositioning me earlier in the toilets. In giggles, they’re generous enough to insist that if they were so inclined, I’d be their number-one choice.

We can’t stop talking!

A smooth voice behind me says, ‘Well, well, well.’

I turn, aiming for… actually, I’m not sure what I was aiming for, but when I turn my head, my face is almost pressed against Harry’s (seemingly well-kitted) crotch.

I bet you he’s a decent cucumber, if not an aubergine.

‘Well, well,’ Harry repeats, making light as I correct my position. He’s so adorable.

He takes the seat next to me. I inhale deeply, wanting to smell his scent. Nothing. The coke has numbed my senses?

Bip and Ban excuse themselves to the bathroom, I presume for another line. They mouth, not as discreetly as I’d like, ‘Good luck,’ before they totter off.

‘I see you’ve been getting to know the girls,’ Harry says.

I bat my insanely long lashes at him vampishly.

Harry brushes my cheek with his fingers and grins lopsidedly.

I catch him glancing, but not gawking, at my chest. ‘Yes. We’re having a lovely time, thank you.’

‘And the others?’ He looks over to the VIP area, where Faith and Poppy are surrounded by a pool of attractive men. They seem perfectly fine without me.

‘It’s too loud over there,’ I say, mindful not to stare at Faith for too long, lest I draw her attention. ‘The twins are looking after me.’

‘The twins?’ Harry chuckles. Sexy.