And back in his room, Joel Russo, freshly bathed and clad in a bathrobe, held a glass of fine wine while standing by the window.
He still couldn't forget the kiss by the lake.
He prided himself on never being a libidinous man.
As for women, he actually found them repulsive.
He felt that being intimate with a woman, even to the point of skin-to-skin contact, completely bare and open to each other, was something that would make him extremely uncomfortable even just thinking about it.
Dirty.
He had long been certain that Arabella Vanderbilt's influence on him was not to be underestimated, yet that he could gain even more from her was indeed startling.
She seemed like someone beyond his control.
She was certainly a significant accident in his life.
In Bordeaux's Meadow, his grandpa's favorite winery, he used to say that red wine was a living liquid that should be tasted but never coveted.
Don't let anything control your thoughts or impair your judgment.
