Gia Marie

Meet Gia Marie, our Miss November. Five-eight, auburn hair, freckles across sun-warmed cheeks. Malibu born and raised. She paints faces for the famous, spends long hours on set, then drifts down Sunset when the bars empty. "We used to steal my neighbor's Playboys," she laughs. "Sneak peeks at those polished girls, felt deliciously wrong." Those stolen pages lit the fuse. A test shoot later she stood in front of Josh Ryan wearing nothing but ears, cotton tail, and a smile that said she belonged. Now the crown sits easy, but she already eyes the next move: makeup bags and clutches stamped with her name in every duty-free case from LAX to Dubai. "I want to be the dopest Playmate of the decade," she grins, still the California girl who needs sand, her pug, tacos and kombucha within arm's reach. Off-camera she keeps a rotating cast of lovers on their toes, yet she stays a step ahead, exactly where she likes it.