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actors on TV and having him shimmy his way across our Manchester dance floor instead of hanging out down south in London will only gain us extra column inches, so bite your tongue, big boy.’ She placed two fingers on Riley’s lips to emphasise her point.
    â€˜Doesn’t stop him being a prize twat, does it? Don’t like him, never will.’ Despite his manly appearance there was more than a hint of childishness in Riley’s voice.
    â€˜That’s your opinion, Riley,’ teased Amy, rising on tip-toe to kiss her husband’s forehead. ‘I know you were school rivals and that you can’t stomach him, but business is business. If his PA keeps asking me to give him free membership to here then I am more than happy to have him here. His presence keeps The Kitty Kat Club leader of the pack for kudos. And anyway, he could never be as sexy as you, could he, so why don’t you take your adoring wife out onto that heaving sweaty dance floor and show her a few moves of your own?’
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    I t was true that The Kitty Kat Club was a heaving mass of bodies that night. People would look back on that evening for many moons to come and think about what had happened there. Amy herself would analyse it over and over again. But it had all happened so fast ...
    She and Riley had danced together for most of the night. As joint owner of the club, it was important for Amy to be seen to be enjoying herself but, as ever, the needs of her customers came first. Especially the famous ones. Even if it meant bending the rules.
    â€˜Where do I go to buy some drugs in this place?’ A sweaty, obviously drunk and yet still strikingly handsome Grant Wilson was clearly in the mood to party. His teeth were icy white and contrasted against the sun-kissed richness of his skin. Amy guessed the tan was out of a bottle but it suited him nevertheless. His fitted white shirt, damp with perspiration, clung tightly to his obviously sculpted frame. It was Savile Row and definitely this season. Amy couldn’t help but notice it. It complimented the black Levi’s he was wearing to perfection, a fusion of monochrome magic. But eighties it was not. Maybe some people are too cool for a splash of retro, thought Amy, before deciding to voice her opinions.
    â€˜It’s great to have you here. But the dress code obviously passed you by.’
    Grant laughed and spoke with a distinct air of cockiness. ‘When my PA told me it was eighties night I did consider a Miami Vice rolled up sleeve and a perma-tan but I thought I’d leave that to Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx. It suited them better.’ He grinned broadly, an obvious mixture of alcohol and self-amusement, before adding, ‘I may be working with Farrell soon. He’s aware of my work, shall we say.’
    â€˜I’ll be sure to recommend you next time he’s in,’ smiled Amy, contemplating that only someone as handsome as Grant could namedrop LA elite in such a cocky way and get away with it.
    â€˜Yeah, he wants me and Evie Merchant in his next flick apparently,’ stressed Grant, proving Amy’s point once more by throwing the name of one of Hollywood’s top starlets into the mix. ‘Anyway, I’m not the only one flouting your dress code. There are quite a few 2015 fashions in here. The likes of Genevieve Peters have been busy. Now, about these drugs?’
    Amy knew what she had to do. Growing up on the rougher side of Manchester had taught her about the want for drugs even if it was something that neither she nor Laura had ever been tempted by. They could get high on an extended Britney remix.
    But the equation of club culture plus celeb culture equalled drug culture and a streetwise Amy sprang into action. She had already done it for countless celebrities since the club opened two years earlier. ‘I trust you’re enjoying yourself.’ There was definitely something charismatic about Grant. Amy could definitely see