<br/>His good intention regarding the door hadn't turned out as he had intended. Vivianna jumped, startled. Her cheeks deepened in their rosy color. Mark admired the red hue. It was beautiful. He found it ironic that he saw something, such as timidness sexy, when many found it distasteful or unbecoming. For him it was quite the opposite. A female was such a sightly being in all of her states.<br/><br/>For a few moments she seemed to be lost in thought as she tried to reconcile herself with her nervousness. Mark remained silent, simply watching her various reactions play out over the length and breadth of her body.<br/><br/>Finally she acquiesed to his suggestion. Placing his right hand within an inch of her shoulder, he motioned with his left where he intended to lead her. Dropping his right hand after a moment he slowly headed into the living room.<br/><br/>Inside were plush and well taken care of couches, three of them, and six equally plush single chairs. Every piece of furniture was large and spacious. The space in the living room was filled mostly with the furnishings, but plenty was left for standing. His living room seemed designed for large gatherings.<br/><br/>Against the wall, directly across from the double door entrance into the living room, was a cherry cabinet, wooden, and atop it was a crystal pitcher filled with what she could assume was water. Every window in the room had its blinds pulled up - letting in the warm sunlight. Two of the windows were open and let it the sweet smelling air.<br/><br/>Mark motioned for Vivianna to sit on one of the single seater chairs and when she had sat, took his seat, directly across from her. When he had settled down, he began to gently look her over for a few moments.<em>She is a gorgeous specimen</em>, he told himself.<em>Gorgeous</em>.<em>She will compliment the other one very well</em>. Mark was pleased by the his fortunes.<br/><br/>“Before we begin, would you like some water?” Mark's eyes never left her own, his gaze piercing yet not threatening.