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

orange.”
    “That’s nice,” I said. I really didn’t know what to say to her anymore. She seemed nice enough, but she was kind of aggressive and getting closer to me.
    “Amy Davis?” a voice called from the front of the line.
    “That’s me,” I said, turning back to her.
    “Good luck Amy!” she said, grabbing my shoulder and shaking me vigorously. I grabbed my hair and tried to keep it from jostling around, but it was no use.
    “Thank you Tracy,” I said, trying not to make eye contact.
    I strode forward, my eyes laser focused straight ahead. My walk belied confidence, even if my mind was screaming that I was wasting my time. A cheery blonde lady was waiting at the door with a headset on and a clipboard in her hand.
    They’re always blonde and they always have bright teeth, I thought looking at the lady. Are they all related?
    The audition room was about as plain as anything I had ever seen. The walls were white with no photos and a single leather chair sat in front of a desk with two men in expensive suits and one woman in an even more expensive suit. The gray office carpet could have been stretched into any office building in America. The air conditioner was on full blast in this room resulting in an unpleasant contrast from the sweltering hallway. Unfortunately the smell of everyone’s god forsaken mango or vanilla or whatever flavor of the month body mist had followed them to this room and lingered.
    “Welcome Amy,” the man in the middle said, trying to sound inviting. I was pretty good at reading people and I ripped right through the fakeness in his voice. “We are pleased to be seeing you today.”
    “Thank you,” I said taking a standing position in front of the table. I didn’t want to do anything until I was instructed. “I’m very happy to be here.”
    “Please have a seat,” the man on the end said. I honestly couldn’t tell you what any of them looked like. I had been through enough auditions; they all bled together into one faceless person.
    “Let me tell you what we’re going to be doing here Amy,” the woman said. “This is an audition for a reality TV show called “Sharing the Billionaire”. It’s going to be a little bit different than other reality dating shows in the sense that there won’t be a competition between several women. Instead we are going to match two women with our billionaire Ace Pearson.”
    I sucked in a deep breath, unable to hide my surprise. Was she talking about the Ace Pearson? Jack “Ace” Pearson? I just assumed the billionaire we were competing for was going to be a fake actor hired by the studio to play the part. Ace Pearson was a real life billionaire playboy. He was legendary on E! and other channels, showing up to every red carpet event with a model on his muscular arm, sometimes two models. Only the finest suits ever adorned his tan body. His black hair was always perfectly parted, like a modern day Don Draper. The most striking thing about him was his green eyes. In every photo I saw of him they appeared to be seductively undressing me, begging to have one night with me.
    “Ace Pearson you say?” I was star struck.
    “You seem to be at a loss for words,” the man in the middle said. “That’s refreshing.  Most girls we’ve seen today act like they meet billionaires every day. One even told me she’d slept with Ace Pearson before.”
    I was relieved my child-like awe hadn’t sunk me completely. Photos usually didn’t do it for me, but I wasn’t going to lie: I’d pleasured myself to Ace’s vacation photos on more than one occasion. Thank you very much TMZ for that.
    “So how old are you Ms. Davis?” the man on the end asked.
    “21.”
    “And it says here you’re from Norman, Oklahoma?”
    “Yes that’s correct.”
    “Have you been on TV before?”
    “I was in a local ad for Chino’s Diner.”
    “Are you a virgin?”
    “Excuse me? What does that have to do with anything?”
    “Everything Ms. Davis. Please answer the