CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Benoit had been with us at the club? Why couldn’t I remember anything about that? He apparently dropped me back to the hotel too. Ugh! Why couldn’t I remember anything about that part of the night of when he joined us? The more I thought about it, the more anxious I got. He affected me and no matter how much I tried to deny that, it was growing more evident. Of course it was all purely physical. Could I have said something to him while I was completely wasted? Worse still, could something have happened between us? No, I couldn’t think like that. Getting entangled with men, especially one who was at such a vulnerable state of emotions like Benoit, was not exactly something I wanted. Even if the rain still splattering against the window of the taxi and that hot bowl of c
