That frown returned briefly, at the beady eyed man’s snide little comments but like before she had to pull herself together quickly. Adjusting a little in her seat she crossed on leg over the other, chestnut eyes not leaving the beady man’s face. The question of small dark places made her shake her head. “I am fine with them.” It made her wonder what the question was for but she was not going to ask.<br/><br/>The next four questions were like rapid fire though she caught them all. One hand went up and lightly brushed back a stray strand of long, hip length, wavy dark chocolate brown hair. “I am willing to entertain guests. I am not shy in front of strangers. I do enjoy the color red. I have to admit not being fond of being told what to wear but I will do it.”<br/><br/>At his question about food she was going to answer when he practically skipped over it. In some ways she was sort of glad because most of her food preparation was throwing it on a plate and calling it good. She wasn’t sure if that would be a problem later but it would be something she could work on. Her eyes went to the little red number on the table for a moment before going back to the interviewer. Slip that on or walk out was basically what he was saying, or at least that is what she felt.<br/><br/>If it would get her the job fine. Standing she twisted a little to grab the zipper at her side. “I’d put it on.” She said sliding the zipper down revealing half of a smooth slender frame. She’d debated on wearing fishnets or tights and opted for neither, now she was glad she had. She was not shy, at all, though his ogling annoyed her. It was bad enough at the bar now she had to deal with it here? Pushing those thoughts aside she had 45 seconds left to finish what she started, and she was going to finish putting it on unless he stopped her.