The sheep comment bothered her more than it should have, but she didn\'t have much time to dwell on it because the next thing she knew, her host was taking al his clothes off.
She watched impassively at first, trying to think of a reply that wouldn\'t spark a fight, and assuming he\'d stop with his shirt. When he didn\'t, she assumed he\'d stop once his pants were off as he had the last time she\'d been here. Unfortunately, the underwear came with the pants this time around and it came to pass that poor, innocent Vivianne had her first experience with real, live (well, not really) male nudity.
She thought she might faint out of sheer shock.
For a split second she was frozen, staring, too shocked to move – or to breathe for that matter. The next second, upon realizing what he might think her staring meant, she spun on a heel and squeezed her eyes shut – but by that time he had gotten the reaction he wanted and was already on the move (huffily, at that).
When he was finished showering he would find her on the couch, still tense but coming down from the Adrenaline rush. She wanted to think about other things, about ANYTHING else, but her brain just wouldn\'t let her. Sure, she\'d seen 90% of his body the first time they\'d met, but somehow the fact that he was actually naked had made it different. Different how she still couldn\'t say; maybe it was something to do with the fact that he could still intimidate her even when he was physically at his most vulnerable.
The moment she heard his approach (if she heard it at all) she looked resolutely at her knees (folded indian-style on the couch) and asked in a small voice, "Are you still naked, Tom?"