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

question or we will end the audition.”
    “No I am not.”
    “How many men have you slept with?”
    I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. I began to search around the room, my eyes settling on a webcam that I hadn’t noticed on the front of the desk before. Were they broadcasting this to someone? I had videotaped auditions before, but never on webcam.
    “Ms. Davis?”
    “Just one,” I said. It was true; I didn’t have a lot of experience in that department.
    “Do you have sex on the first date?”
    “No.”
    “How did you lose your virginity?”
    “On prom night, to my ex-boyfriend.”
    “Was that the only time you have ever had sex?”
    This was hard for me to talk about; this was a part of my past I wanted to stay buried. “Yes. That was the one and only time.”
    “No other partners since then?”
    “I haven’t even had a date since then.”
    “Do you have any fetishes?” That was a strange switch of gears.
    “As far as?” This was getting very personal and I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep going. But, with Ace Pearson involved it had to pay well. This could be my big break. I had to trudge forward.
    “You know stuff like BDSM, anal, humiliation and so on.”
    “I can’t say that I do,” I replied, trying to smile and look innocent. “But, I don’t have much experience with that.”
    A phone that was lying in front of the middle man began to vibrate. He slid it to the woman who picked it up and read a message.
    “That will be all we need Ms. Davis,” she said quickly. “Janet please show her out.”
    “That’s it?” I asked, standing up.
    “It is,” the middle man said. “We will call you if you got the part. Please remember you will be staying on a private island with Mr. Pearson and the other contestant if you do get the part and shooting will begin very soon after selection. Get your affairs in order dear, you never know.”
    The perky blonde clone led me out the door and into the hallway. I didn’t know if I should be excited or devastated. They had barely spoken to me during the audition, at the same time the middle man’s last words were encouraging.
    He probably says that to everyone, I thought.
    Dejected, I trudged down the hallway trying to hold back my tears.
    “Amy how did it go?” Tracy asked, jumping out of the line to grab me.
    “It went ok,” I said. “They’re going to ask you some really personal questions in there.”
    “Like what?” she asked, her bright eyes fixed on me.
    “A lot of stuff about your sex life,” I said.
    “Well that might take all day if they ask me about mine!” Her laugh was shrill and annoying, grating on every last nerve I had. “Do you want to get dinner later?”
    “I don’t know,” I said. This girl was coming on really strong. “I may just want to sit around and wallow in self-pity.”
    “Oh come on!” she said, handing me a business card.
    “Call me, drinks will be on me.”
    “Ok Tracy. Good luck.”
    At least I got a friend out of this audition. Even if she is a little creepy.
     

Chapter 2
     
    That night I sat in front of the TV, watching old reruns of “The Bachelor”. I was a hopeless romantic at heart, but I hated the manufactured love these shows produced. To think, I had a chance of becoming part of that manufacturing process.
    I glanced down at a “People” magazine I had sitting on the table beside my favorite chair. The cover had Gerard Butler on it, but in a tiny box in the corner was Ace Pearson. I picked it up, a shiver overtaking my body as his eyes locked onto mine. Older men usually weren’t my thing, but he definitely turned me on. He was in his mid-30’s now, and like a fine wine, he got better and better every year.
    Why would a guy like Ace Pearson want to do this show? I thought. It didn’t really make any sense. He guarded his personal life intensely, only revealing what he needed in public. Nobody had ever been inside his gargantuan mansion in West Texas. Everyone knew his story: