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you? Not Tamara?”
    Charlie had a colorful love life, changing his girlfriends more often than most men changed their sheets. As far as my girlfriends and I were concerned, they all looked alike—certainly none of them looked like us! They all looked as if he had ordered them from the same catalog. Long, straight, blond hair. Tall. Clear skin, blue eyes, posh-as-all-get-out and skinny as greyhounds.
    When I first applied for the job as events coordinator here, I had imagined Charlie to be the son of the owner. It didn’t occur to me that someone so young (and good-looking) could be the owner of such a club. I could hardly pay attention to the questions I was being asked, mesmerized as I was by his voice. If a good piece of antique furniture could talk, it would sound like Charlie. Which was probably why, during the interview process, I gave up hope that I’d get the job but decided it would be some sort of achievement if I managed to score a date with one of England’s most eligible bachelors out of it.
    Since leaving Bristol University, I had worked in several grotty hotels and had grown accustomed to receiving letters from prospective employers at better establishments that began, “Unfortunately…” And those positions were far less prestigious and much more junior PR jobs than the one I was applying for at Posh House, so I was shocked beyond belief when Charlie told me during the interview itself that the job was mine if I wanted it.
    I think what I’d actually said was, “Whaaa?”
    â€œYaah, it’s yours if you want it. I can’t be shagged interviewing anyone else and you’re by far the most attractive and amusing applicant so far.”
    â€œErm, well, that’s…”
    He ran his hand through his thick thatch of hair. “Fuck, you should have seen the ghastly crew I’ve had parading in here all day. Veritable march of the cannibals. I was afraid for my life! What is it with PRs? They all have those sinister fixed grins.”
    I looked as serious as I possibly could. “Oh, yes, don’t they! Well, that’s lovely.”
    â€œYes, well, not so lovely when Attilina the Hun is eyeing you up for an axe opening.”
    â€œNo I meant it’s lovely that I have the job, not that you had to interview a ghastly crew of axe wielders. Poor you, on that front.”
    â€œRight ho, well, I’ll push off then, I guess,” he’d said, air kissing me and heading toward the door. “Big date.”
    â€œOh,” I’d exclaimed, adding, “Does anyone ever go on a small date?” Suddenly shocked by what I’d just said, I thought he might take the job off me for impertinence, but instead he’d laughed.
    â€œNo, you’re right, dates are always big. Cheerio!” And with that all thoughts of dating Charlie flew out the window and my new career as a PR got properly under way.
    I looked at his profile now as he crouched beside me at the drink station, scouring the room. It’s funny how can you be attracted to a guy one day and lose all sight of why the next. Self-preservation was partly the case, although watching the way Charlie went through girlfriends I was rather glad I hadn’t tested the waters with him myself.
    â€œNo, Charlie, you’re safe, but don’t you think there should be some law against exes becoming friends? Isn’t there some statute, some, well, I don’t know, social etiquette ruling on that?” I asked, still faux casual.
    â€œMmm, that’s a toughie. I’ll have to check my Ex-etiquette for the Modern Man to be absolutely sure, but no, as far as I’m aware, exes forming friendships with other exes, comes under one of those subclauses of All’s Fair in Love and War.”
    Jean had started to squirm with boredom. I couldn’t hold her here forever.
    â€œJeremy’s looking well on it.” Jeremy was one of Charlie’s personal friends,