Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.

When Ari hires new girl Scarlett he thinks he's just hired someone he can have a hot office fling with but the stakes are much, much higher than he knows. For Scarlett Ari starts off as just another mark but the line between work and play blur quickly. What starts off as a fun gig pretending to be an office paralegal ends up being a deeper examination of sex, office politics, fidelity and lust. A little bit about Scarlett: I've never felt as though I fit the description of "most women". Most women, I've been told, don't think about sex as much as I do, don't pursue it as a game the way I do. Most women crave monogamy and have sexual drives that are lower than their male partners. So, either that isn't true, and it is one of many convenient lies that men tell themselves so they can sleep at night, or I'm an anomaly. I'll leave it up to you to judge.