Our room is almost as impressive as the living room. The enormous bed has crisp white linen enclosing an incredibly puffy duvet which is practically obscured by various furry throws and rugs. I stroke one of the throws. Real fur.

There are exposed stone walls and wood panelling everywhere, like downstairs. A huge sliding door rolls back to reveal a freestanding bath for two in the enormous bathroom and there’s also a massive marble tile-lined shower. I kick my boots off to feel the heated floors which can be controlled by a touch panel on the wall.

The room is immaculate because all our things from our matching Mulberry luggage (a wedding present from Hugo’s mother) have already been unpacked and put away. That’s one of those services that these kind of places always offer which I hate – I don’t want other people touching my things. I check that my purse and iPad are still in place in my handbag, not that I suppose for one moment they would have been stolen.

I turn the taps on in the enormous bath and tip the entire contents of one of the little green Hermès bottles in. Hermès – very nice. I strip off and throw my clothes on the floor. The mess will annoy Hugo, but I don’t care. I sink back into the bubbles, turn off the taps, and close my eyes. Only seven more days to go.

‘Ria?’ Hugo’s voice is sharp and too loud. I open my eyes. The water is lukewarm – I must have fallen asleep. ‘Have you seen my book?’ He gives me a look – I can’t quite work out if it’s reproachful or sympathetic. ‘You shouldn’t fall asleep in the bath. It’s dangerous.’

I haul myself up and Hugo hands me a robe, but not before his gaze flicks up and down my naked body. Ugh. ‘I know,’ I say. ‘I’m exhausted though. It’s been a long day.’

He trails his fingers lightly down from my neck across my breasts and down to my waist. ‘Too tired to …’ he asks.

I kiss him chastely on the cheek and say: ‘Why don’t you have a quick shower and then we’ll see?’ knowing full well that I will pretend to be asleep by the time he gets into bed.

I keep my eyes closed and breathe slowly and evenly as I feel Hugo lie down beside me. He gently kisses the back of my shoulder and I think I hear him sigh as he rolls away and turns the light off.

It feels like the middle of the night when there is a knock on the door. ‘Morning! I have tea for you. Can I come in?’ Millie calls softly through the door. I press my face into the pillow, ignoring Hugo’s erection which is jabbing into my back.

‘Come in, we’re decent!’ Hugo mumbles, flicking the light on.