I stood at one spot and stared at the marble floors. Why did I feel so humiliated? I thought he was going to love the sexy outfit that I wore. I should have just taken off my outfit by myself than wait for him to rip it apart. Was this what Bella always had to deal with?
His dark eyes bore through me and he moved towards the sofa that leaned by the wall and reclined in it.
"Is this your first time on the job? I expected that all the women that auditioned were experts."
I reluctantly peeled the rest of my torn outfit from my body. With my clothes torn, I wondered how I was going to return home.
I was now stark naked, with his eyes roaming around my body in that same cold disinterest. I wanted to move my hands to dance, but ended up using that same hand to cover my exposed boobs.
I already felt ridiculed enough.
"I can't," I stuttered.
His mouth opened to say something, but later formed into a smile.
