“White cotton bra,” Matt commented with disdain in his voice. “How dreadful.”
“I think it’s kind of cute,” Raphael noted.
“Does it match your panties?” Matt wanted to know. He wriggled his finger and motioned her to lose the skirt.
Anna wanted to ask if he wore matching underwear with his undershirt, too. On second thought, he probably did. Damn designer. She unhooked the clasp on the back of her skirt and pulled the zipped down. The dull, grey tweed skirt pooled around her ankles.
Matt shook his head. “Black bikini?”
Anna scolded him. “Well, excuse me. If I knew my job interview would include stripping, I would’ve put on something presentable.”
Raphael laughed. “I like her. She’s got spunk.”
“We’re not looking for a spunky girl. We want a fuck doll.” Matt’s jaw hardened.
Anna caught Matt’s warning. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Take your undergarments off. Your stockings too.”
This time, Anna obeyed him without a peep. Her father’s future depended on her. She must get this job no matter what it took. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra and removed it. When she slid her panties down to her ankles, she was determined to win whatever test or game these triplets were playing.
She took off her thigh highs and stood straight, chest puffed out, face blank like a marine facing his commanding officer—her shame forgotten.
Matt’s eyes caught hers. “She’s beautiful,” he noted to Justin. “I like her better without clothes.”
Wait, he was supposed to criticise that her breasts were too small for her frame or her hips were too big like a damned tavern’s footstool. She wasn’t known for her beauty. Her brain was her best attribute. Why did he compliment her? Anna unconsciously scowled at Matt.
He held his gaze evenly. “What’s the matter? If you were our plaything, you’d spend most of your time unclothed.”
Yowza.
“Come here.” Justin pushed his chair back and motioned to the empty space in front of him. “Sit on my desk and present yourself to us.”
It took her a couple of seconds to digest his order. As if being naked wasn’t enough, they wanted to see her privates as well.
Anna hoisted herself onto Justin’s desk, sitting on her neatly printed résumé and spread her legs.
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bsp; Justin took each of her feet and planted them on his chair’s armrests. His gaze skittered from the curls at the juncture of her thighs and darted up, meeting her eyes. “You’re naturally blonde?” He sounded incredulous. “Why did you dye your hair black?”
“Because black is the new blonde?” Anna had dyed her hair as part of her cover. She’d read somewhere that spies usually changed their appearance dramatically each time they were on a mission. Anna thought the dark hair would give her a more elegant, mysterious look. Her platinum hair always made people mistake her for a dumb blonde.
“We’ll do something about it if she passes the test,” Matt decided.
The test. Her heart dropped to her guts.
Justin stroked her ankle as if she was his beloved pet. “Are you good in bed, Miss Vincent?”
Anna cringed.
“No? When was the last time you had sex?”
“I, um. A long time ago.”
“How long?” Matt asked, curious.
She wanted to lie, but Matt looked like one of those people who could just tell if someone fibbed. “High school, I think.”