Love wasn’t on the menu…He served it anyway.
My family staged an intervention and called it a vacation. Barcelona was supposed to fix me. No work. No noise. No more sixteen-hour days ending with me in an empty bed, alone.
I agreed because fighting back took more energy than I had.
Then he sat beside me in first class. A voice like Rioja, dark, smooth, slow to finish. Eyes focused on mine when I should have looked away.
A stranger who felt like the beginning of something I forgot I wanted. By the time the sun came up, I wanted more.
The moment I sat down, I knew exactly who she was. Rosa Delgado. The chef. The legend. The woman behind the meals I still dream about. She’s everything I imagined. Worn out. Walled in.
Still somehow shining. I thought love was over for me. Now I’m wondering if this flight is the beginning of a whole new chapter.
First Class Fling is a quick, addictive escape filled with heat, heart, and a connection too strong to leave behind at baggage claim.
