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But right now, with zero other prospects, I’m struggling to summon much hope.

Honestly, any job in LA would be better than what I left behind in New York. Well, not the job. The job was great; it was everything else that came with it that was the problem.

I force those thoughts out of my head. I’ve already spent enough time obsessing over it.

I’ve made my decision. Now, I’ve got to figure out what the next chapter of my life looks like.

There are tons of opportunities here for me; I just need to find them.

A horn scares the living shit out of me, and when I glance over, I spot a familiar car crawling beside me at the curb.

“What are you still doing here?” I ask the second I pull the passenger door open.

“Waiting for you. How’d it go?” Sienna asks, hope shining in her eyes.

“It was a total bust.”

“Ah, shit,” she hisses as I shrug off my jacket and drop into the seat.

“I thought you were going shopping?” I say, as I throw my unwanted items of clothing into the back of her Mini.

“We are.”

“Did you really sit here for the last hour waiting for me?”

“I went and got coffee,” she says, nodding toward the takeout cup in the holder. “And I went through some emails and ordered a few things for the salon. S’all good.”

“You didn’t need to do that.”

“No, I know, but I’m just that good of a sister. And now, you get to come shopping with me and help me find a dress to wear to Fletch’s birthday party.”

I’m sure most guys balk at the prospect of spending their day at the mall with their big sister. But I'm not most guys.

“Fine, but you’re buying me a donut and another coffee to cheer me up.”

Sienna grins at me.

“That I can do,” she states before putting her car into drive again and taking off.

She digs for more information about the job interview from hell that I’d rather forget ever happened, and we’re almost at the mall when my cell buzzes.

Excitement flutters in my stomach as I pull it from my pocket.

Of course, it could be a message from a whole host of people. It could also be a spam email that is going to go directly to the trash. But it also might not be. It could be from my mystery man with the big dick and sexy hands.

Heat races to my cock when I discover that I’m not entirely out of luck today—it is him.

RoughingTheModel: How’d the interview go, muse?

HotScore: Terrible. Is the position of nude model still available? I come at a reasonable cost, and take payment in kind

RoughingTheModel: That sucks. Hopefully, you’ll have more luck with the next one.

If there is a next one. Despite endless opportunities, no one seems to be hiring right now. Maybe I should have done a little more research before moving out of my apartment and hopping on a flight across the country.

RoughingTheModel: And I’m sure we can discuss the details of your future modeling career.

“Why are you grinning like you just won the Stanley Cup single-handedly?”