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.