The warm glow of the evening light filtered through the curtains of Sharon’s small apartment. It was a modest space,a studio with just enough room for her essentials. She placed her handbag on the counter and kicked off her heels, wincing as the tension in her feet subsided. The day had been exhausting, yet her thoughts were dominated by the lunch date she had shared with Bruce Hill.
She plopped onto the worn sofa, staring at the ceiling. Her lips twitched into a giggle, one she quickly silenced with a hand over her mouth. What’s gotten into me? she thought, but the giddiness lingered.
"Bruce Hill," she muttered aloud, letting the name roll off her tongue. "The powerful, handsome CEO of Hill Enterprises. And he asked me to lunch."
She shifted her position, tucking her legs beneath her a
