Maisie has to 'prove herself.'

Maisie blinked. "That's it?" she said. She had expected something much more elaborate, something that would actually prove she could act, or that she was right for the part or something. She hadn't really known what to expect, but she expected something more than... this.

"That's it," Dennis said, smiling and crossing his arms over his chest. "You're perfect for the part. I can tell. You've got the right energy, you're funny, you're smart. Most importantly you're sexy as hell."

Plenty of guys told Maisie that she was sexy. She was a supermodel, after all. Her boyfriend reminded her how sexy she was every morning when they kissed goodbye before he went off to work. Really, she was pretty numb to being told that she was hot, or pretty, or sexy at this point. But there was something about the way that Dennis said it that was different, and she wasn't sure that it was in a good way.

"Why don't you close the door so we can talk privately?" Dennis said.

"Yeah, sure," Maisie said, standing up and crossing the room to the door. She couldn't see the director, but she could feel his eyes on her ass, even though she was wearing a pretty conservative pair of capris.

"The role is yours," Dennis said as she returned to her chair. "I just want you to prove that you can handle this."

Maisie gulped. She was pretty sure she knew what that meant. "What do you mean?" she said.