“Excuse me?”
Justin piped in this time. “Do you still want to take the test?”
“Y-yes.”
“Well then.”
Why, of course. No algebra or world history trivia. She should have known. Anna swallowed a lungful of air as her stomach coiled in a tight knot. I can do this. Just pretend they are all potted plants. Dumb potted plants.
She rose from her seat like a zombie and half-heartedly shrugged off her tweed jacket. Three pair of eyes scrutinised her every move. Her hands trembled when she unbuttoned her shirt, one by one. Their gaze intensified, she could swear they started searing her skin.
Anna paused before she pulled her shirt off. She didn’t dare look around to see their reaction. She was beyond embarrassed. The last time she’d removed her clothes in front of a man was with her high-school boyfriend. Ned had got so excited as soon as she took her clothes off, he’d jumped on her before she could shed her panties down her ankles properly and humped her vigorously for twenty seconds before it was all over. Now, Anna remembered why she thought sex was highly overrated.
“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.”