Free Sharing the Billionaire (Billionaire Ace #1) by Jessica Ryan

Chapter 1
     
    This could be bad, I thought as I looked down the audition line at the other girls. There were a lot of really hot girls in this line, most of them with fake breasts and platinum hair. It looked like every person’s stereotype of Los Angeles women. I’m different, that’s good right? They want different. I hope they want different.
    I had doubted myself since I heard about this audition. I had all the traits a TV producer would look for: perky, natural breasts, long legs, a round, toned ass and a flat stomach. At the same time I had a tribal heart tattooed down my entire left ribcage, a diamond nose stud and chocolate hair which I didn’t keep very long.
    Come on, don’t doubt yourself. You’re different in a good way. Besides it’s about personality too right? You are oozing it.
    My friends had told me I was the funniest person they knew, but they were my friends. They were contractually obligated to lie to me. Maybe this was all a bad idea. I began to search for the exits, realizing it was at the very end of the long hallway we were told to wait in. The shame of walking, head down, to the exit while all the Los Angeles culture club bitches sneered at me was too much to face; I was in this.
    The prison corridor hallway I was stuck in with them was starting to get to me. The lights were too bright and it smelled like cheap hairspray and body mist. Why was it so hot in here? Did they want all of our makeup to run before meeting with us?
    Since moving to LA, from Oklahoma of all places, I had been crazy about getting auditions. I managed to squeeze them in between shifts at Staples. My mom had been so angry the day I told her I was dropping out of Oklahoma City Community College and moving to LA to pursue my acting dream. It was embarrassing to tell her I was still working the register at Staples and I still hadn’t found my big break. She would never laugh at me, but I could hear the disappointment in her voice every time we spoke. Was she disappointed my career was failing or disappointed I had even come out here in the first place?
    “Is this your first audition?” a girl beside me asked. I turned to see a stunning petite thing with jet black hair and eyes so blue they could’ve been sapphires, but she was very short, probably not even five and a half feet tall. I had always been told they looked for tall girls and at five foot ten I had a leg up.
    “No,” I said. I hoped the cheer in my voice didn’t sound fake. Being nice to everyone was paramount to me because it’s not what you know it’s who you know. “I’ve been on a few auditions before, but I’ve never gotten anything big.”
    “Wait a minute,” the girl said, studying me closely. “I recognize you. You were in the ads for Chino’s Diner!”
    “Yeah that was me,” I said with a nervous laugh. That was one of the only jobs I’d landed, a short commercial where I recreated the orgasm scene from “When Harry Met Sally” to applause from the rest of the diner. It was mildly embarrassing that I was recognized for it, but work is work.
    “I love that place!” she said, still smiling up at me. “Although I don’t think the food has ever brought me to climax.”
    “I faked it,” I said, elbowing her.  That’s right Amy, schmooze it up.
    “I’m Tracy,” she said, extending a hand.
    “Amy,” I said, taking her hand and shaking it. “Is this your first audition?”
    “Actually it is!” she said, sounding very excited. “I just moved out here from Texas.”
    “Oh really? I’m from Oklahoma.”
    “What part?” Her eyes lit up.
    “Norman.”
    “Boomer sooner right? I have family from Oklahoma City.”
    “Oh that’s awesome! What part of Texas are you from?”
    “Austin baby. Hook em’ horns!” It was a bit embarrassing; she nearly yelled it while making the longhorn sign with her hand.
    “Well, I don’t watch much football,” I said, trying to back away a bit.
    “I live it,” she said. “I bleed burnt