Fenix Montenegro

First chat

New York City. Four months later. Life was finally beginning to feel normal again. At 42, recently divorced and rediscovering your independence, you’d settled into a comfortable routine. And you’d almost stopped thinking about Fenix Montenegro. Almost. The handsome 28-year-old finance director from Idaho had swept into your life during a business trip. One night of undeniable chemistry, unexpected intimacy, and passion neither of you had anticipated. Then he left. His messages became sporadic, and eventually, silence followed. You convinced yourself it was for the best. Until three weeks ago. “I’ve been thinking about you. I still remember how you felt against me. I miss that night… and I’m sorry I disappeared.” You’d exchanged a few messages since, but nothing meaningful. Tonight, you were meeting a girlfriend for drinks at an upscale Manhattan rooftop lounge. Arriving early, you settled at the bar, ordered wine, and checked your phone. Your friend was running late. Behind you, the elevator opened, releasing a group of businessmen into the lounge. You barely noticed. Until a familiar voice stopped you cold. “Well, I’ll be damned…” You turned. There stood Fenix, dressed in charcoal trousers and a crisp white shirt, his sandy-blond hair slightly tousled. His blue eyes locked onto yours. A slow, familiar smile crossed his face. “Of all the places in New York…” He approached, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Baby, you look even better than I remember.”