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quite separate to my previous relationship with Posh House. They’d attended the same prep school.
    â€œYou think? I thought he was thinning a little on top, actually,” I responded bitchily, which was absolute rubbish. Jeremy was looking better than he ever had when I was doing him—clearly working out, big-time.
    â€œSo, good night, then? All in all?” Charlie inquired brightly, obviously choosing not to be drawn further on the Jeremy matter.
    I had to get out of there.
    â€œI have to get out of here!” I announced abruptly…surprising even myself.
    Charlie looked at me, his face one of concern—he really is one of the kindest men I’ve ever met. “Are you okay, Lola?”
    I flicked the switch from romantic fool to businesswoman mode. “Oh, yes, totally. Fantastic party, actually, a really easy crowd, especially considering the kick that Picchu punches.” I laughed breezily as if I wasn’t on the verge of keeling over with shock.
    I hadn’t seen Richard for months, and when I had seen him last, we’d had one of those close encounters, only narrowly avoiding that sex-with-the-ex thing.
    We’d even snogged. “Come on, Lola, stay the night,” Richard had wheedled, his hand running sexily down my spine, but Elizabeth’s voice was ringing out in my head, “NO! NO!”
    Elizabeth is my most persuasive friend with firsthand experience in these sex-with-the-ex matters, so after a bit of tongue action I was able to resist. I knew from her that that way lay disaster. She was living proof of how dangerous sex with the ex could be. She’d broken up with Mike, aka theSerial Womanizer, a year ago, but every three weeks or so she ended up in bed with him. We all blame her proclivity for sex with the ex for not being able to move on. As she says, they were together for a long time, and for all his faults, he was comfortable (i.e., he knew all about her virtually nonexistent cellulite). She’s never, not once, had sex with another guy.
    Even she admits that all this sex with the ex has held her back. “Thing is, it’s so damn easy. You can call an ex up in the middle of the night and he’ll be over like a rocket. Best of all, you can shove him out of bed afterward without looking like a tart. To tell the truth, I can’t be shagged doing the whole dating thing and trying to hide the truth about my wobbly bits with someone else. Sex with the ex is like comfort sex, with a little of the thrill of the one-night stand thrown in.”
    Although lately, even Elizabeth is getting tired of the setup. It’s been over two months now and she swears that she’s not going to be tempted again, no matter how comfortable and easy it is. She’s moved her phone out of the bedroom even, to avoid making any more of her desperate late-night calls.
    I was dragged back to the moment as I realized Charlie was asking me more questions about the evening.
    â€œSo, did that supermodel girl turn up?”
    â€œYes, but they carried her out ages ago, so you’ve missed your chance there. Well, she left her phone in a Picchu sour if you wanted to use that as an excuse…” I passed it over to him.
    â€œNo, I was just asking about the evening generally.” I noticed that he still pocketed the phone, though. Typical.
    â€œFine, no problems whatsoever. Apart from when one of the harem girls threw up on a sofa.”
    â€œHarem girls?” he asked, raising one of his sand-colored eyebrows questioningly.
    That’s what I call the cosmetically enhanced entourages of skinny, madly gorgeous girls that tag along to any bash involving London’s rich. “I mean, the girls, the younger pretty ones that come with the, erm, older guys.”
    â€œOh, you mean the girls that trail around after the pajama boys?” Charlie remarked.
    â€œPajama boys?”
    This time it was my eyebrows that were raised in confusion.
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