Vincent sat in his study, a stack of documents on the desk needing his review. But he was unable to focus, his mind repeatedly drifting back to the encounter with Elara earlier.
He leaned back in his wheelchair and closed his eyes, but the image of her in just a towel kept flashing in his mind. Vincent rubbed his temples, trying to banish the thought. This was his practical marriage partner - he shouldn't be picturing her that way!
But try as he might, he couldn't shake the vision of her wet hair cascading over her bare shoulders, her skin still flushed from the shower...Vincent opened his eyes with frustration. He regretted not looking away faster and giving her privacy to cover herself again. Surely she must feel embarrassed.
