“Then it can’t hurt to apply, because you’ll never actually have to do the job.”
Clare had him there. Applying couldn’t hurt, and even if he hated it, he could work it from now until he found something else.
If they even looked twice at his resume.
“Fine,” Sunny huffed.
He hated it when Clare was right, which she almost always was.
He was lucky to have a best friend like her.
“Good boy. Send me your updated resume.” Clare took out her phone, standing and pointing it at Sunny. “Smile.”
Sunny smiled automatically at the command, used to Clare taking pictures of him to send to people she was trying to set him up with. She’d eased off on that lately at Sunny’s request, but as a result, he was in the middle of the worst dating dry spell he’d ever experienced.
Not that Clare’s setups were always good, but it was better than nothing. He was just too proud to say so, and instead was pretending that he needed to be single andnotlooking right now.
His problem was that his standards were impossible, though they seemed reasonable enough to him. All he wanted was a man who behaved like a grown-up, instead of an overgrown frat boy. He was twenty-seven. That was way too old to think getting blackout drunk was the best time anyone could have.
There was a time and a place for that, and it wasn’tevery single weekend.
“What was that for?” Sunny asked once Clare had taken the picture.
“If you get an interview for this job, it’ll be because you’re cute,” she said. “Executive-level men don’t hire PAs for their skills. They hire them for their looks. I doubt a gay guy’s gonna be any different.”
“You’re not even sure he’s gay,” Sunny pointed out.
“Right, which is why this isn’t a sure thing. If he is, though, you’ll get the job. You’re young and beautiful. He won’t be able to resist you.”
“I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with that idea,” Sunny said.
He knew how the world worked, he just didn’t like to think too hard about it. Besides, as a man, he was usually safe from being objectified. The idea that someone might hire him just because they liked the way he looked didn’t sit right.
But on the other hand, a job was a job, and if all he had to do was be pretty… he could do that. Even on his worst days, Sunny didn’t really hate the way he looked. People always told him he had a nice smile.
They were always thrilled to learn that he was calledSunny.
“I mean, he’ll obviously hire you because of all your related experience and glowing references. Totally not because he wants to get into your pants.”
Sunny sighed. He probably wouldn’t even get an interview, anyway.
“You know what? Screw it. If I can get a job because I’m cute, I’ll take it. If he’s a total creep, I’ll quit.”
Clare grinned at him. “Awesome. I’ll send that email as soon as you send me your resume.”
Sunny unlocked his phone to send his resume to Clare. There was no point in stalling, and she wouldn’t drop it until he gave in.
It didn’t mean he’d even get an interview. It didn’t mean he had to take it. He was just casting a wider net.
In all likelihood, nothing would come of it, and Clare would be happy. That was a win-win situation, as far as Sunny was concerned.
