CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
As we waited for the elevator to open, I remained with my arm intertwined with his. It irked me to say the least but if I needed the act to be successful, he had to believe there was nothing different about me except for the hair. The elevator pinged open and to my utter disbelief, Ray stumbled out with the lady he’d been flirting with at the event and he still had the same clothes from yesterday. Wait, did he drop me off and then go out again or what?
“Oh. I see Benoit got you home,” he laughed drunkenly and then his eyes fell on Dane, his drunk expression changing, “Jerk,”
He walked past us and I finally let the breath I had not realized I was holding. I had thought he would foil my plans. A drunk Ray was pretty unpredictable. Hold up. What did he mean by Benoit go
