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Because women my age are fabulous. So let’s go celebrate them. Let’s go exalt them in all their glory.

Having an audacious plan is one thing.

Acting on it—sigh—is quite another.

Since I last caught up with Gen a couple months ago, I’ve secured backing for this documentary. The streaming platform Azure will produce it as an Azure exclusive, and I can’t deny I’m pumped. Channel 4 would have been a coup, but these folks have a higher risk tolerance.

With them at the helm, we can really turn up the heat on this thing. Take it from audacious to seriously boundary-testing.

Which is precisely why my stomach is in my mouth.

Because I’ve got the studio in the bag.

Now I need to come up with the goods. I need to actually fuck someone, someone I’ve never even met, and talk about it.

On television.

Excellent.

What seemed like a hot-as-hell concept when I hatched it alone in the bathtub with a glass of excellent Chardonnay now seems literally unhinged. I don’t know what I was thinking.

Except I know that, whatever the optics, this isn’t some cute little rebound stunt. This is about showing women my age that they can still own it when it comes to sex.

That they’ve still got it.

And if one woman gets that message, it will have been worth my while humiliating myself.

Maybe.

That’s what I tell myself, anyway, as I walk up to the glossy black door of the exclusive Mayfair sex club. The club that’ll host my reawakening. I’ve interviewed no fewer than three British Prime Ministers in my time, but the fear I had walking up the steps of Ten Downing Street has nothing on the sheer terror this place is prompting.

Alchemy.

The fabulous Georgian town house behind whose tasteful doors magic supposedly happens.

It’s broad daylight, and I know—Iknow—I’m just here for a meeting. For a follow-up meeting with Gen and the opportunity to meet her business partner, Callum, who’ll supposedly be my… mentor. My co-star.

If we hit it off.

Somehow, though, the stakes feel sky fucking high.

I’ve always gotten a rush of adrenalin ahead of a big interview. When you know you’re up against someone as articulate—and slippery—as Boris Johnson, that chemical boost helps me to bring my A-game.

But right now?

How I feel doesn’t even compare.

Because not one time when I’ve gone up against the biggest power players on our planet have I had to persuade them to fuck me.

I ring the doorbell.

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AIDA

If I didn’t know better, I’d think Gen had hired some kind of male-model-gigolo-type guy for the purposes of this meeting.

Because, comeon.

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