Novels by Fay writes

“No problem, man. Text me her flight info and how I can find her. Or should I just take all of the women with big boobs at LAX to your apartment so you can pick?” Avon lay his head down on his desk. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” “Oh, no doubt, you absolutely are. Good luck with the surgery!” Avon texted Lucia the change of plans. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be pissed. She knew he was a doctor, so it would be okay. Right? Lucia had given her boss two hard copies and an email version of her memo right before he walked out the door on Friday afternoon. She’d barely slept all week, between her regular work, texting Avon , writing and editing the memo every night, thinking about Avon, and, oh yeah, stressing about the upcoming weekend. Thursday night, she’d made her last edits on the memo, after copious notes from Nolan, and had packed probably way too many clothes for a weekend trip to L.A. Lucia stood in front of the bathroom sink, staring at her reflection in the mirro

Lucia’s fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed out a response to Avon’s text. She had barely contained her excitement, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies dancing in her stomach. "I'd love to check the flights," she replied, trying to sound casual. "What time were you thinking?" Just as she hit send, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "I'm shocked you're not spinning around in your office chair," Nolan said, standing by the door with a hint of amusement. Lucia’s heart skipped a beat as she jumped in her seat, her eyes wide with alarm. How did he know about Avon’s text? Had he been watching her? But Nolan's next words put her at ease. "I mean, I've never seen anyone so thrilled about writing a memo," he continued, chuckling. "You must be really passionate about at-risk youth." Lucia let out a sigh of relief, laughing awkwardly. "Oh, yeah. I just... really care about this project." Nolan nodded, his expression serious once more. "I can tell”. Nolan paused mid-r

“See, what had happened was . . .” Lucas laughed. “Oh shit, now this is getting good. Go on.” Lucas leaned back and propped his feet up on Avon’s desk. He was going to get so much shit for this, but now he’d said too much to not tell the whole story. Lucas would get it out of him eventually anyway. “I kind of changed my flight to last night. And I forgot all about the golf tournament . . . so, that’s what happened. More or less.” Lucas took his feet down and stared at Avon. “You changed your flight? To hang out with elevator girl?” Avon shrugged and leaned back in his chair, trying to play it off. “You know I hate golf. The tournament was just an excuse to get out of there, but once I had Lucia , I didn’t need an excuse anymore.” He twitched under Lucas’s gaze. His phone buzzed, and he glanced over at it—just an update on a patient. Avon snatched his phone before he could pull it away. “Ooh, her name was Lucia, huh? Is that Lucia texting you?” Avon stood up and rea

She sprang back to life, her digital presence humming as she continued with her tasks. "Okay, resuming routine," she whispered to herself. Lucia began puttering around the house, checking on various smart devices. She adjusted the thermostat, dimmed the living room lights, and started a load of laundry. She changed out of the dress he’d almost torn off her and into yoga pants and a tank top (and underwear), unloaded her dishwasher, went through the rest of the work emails that had come in this weekend, and made a to-do list for the workweek. As she worked, she also tackled her virtual tasks. But all the time she thought about Avon. The way he’d laughed whenever she’d laughed; the way he kept touching her, like his hands belonged on her skin; the way he’d smiled at her in the middle of the night like he was so happy to have her there with him in his bed; the way he ate his burrito with tortilla chips as utensils and blushed when she teased him about it. The whole time she hoped s

As she reached for her purse, Avon’s hands encircled her waist, holding her in place. His face was inches from hers, his smile intimate and genuine. This wasn't a smile for the cameras or to charm her into submission; it was a smile meant solely for her. "You think you can use your body to distract me while you sneak a peek at your phone?" Avon’s voice was low and teasing. Lucia shifted slightly, testing his grip. His hands tightened on her hips, sending a shiver down her spine. "You don't play fair, Hills," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Avon’s smile grew, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm just leveling the playing field," he whispered back, his breath dancing across her skin. She grinned and pushed away from him for real. He released her but kept his arm around her as she lay on her side next to him and checked her phone, her head on his chest. She ignored the texts from Diana —no way she could answer them with him right there—and went straight to the ema

They joined the end of the line, which was surprisingly long considering it was a cool evening. But Lucia was undeterred, bouncing up and down with excitement. "Come on, come on," she muttered, tapping her foot impatiently. Avon laughed. "Patience, my dear." Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the front of the line. The ice cream lady, a friendly woman with a warm smile, called out, "Next in line!" Lucia and Avon stepped forward, scanning the colorful array of ice cream flavors on display. "I'll have a scoop of strawberry, please," Lucia said, her eyes shining with anticipation. "And I'll have a scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough," Avon added, handing over his money. The ice cream lady efficiently handed over their cones, and they stepped aside to lick their ice cream in happy silence. As they walked back to the car, licking their cones, Lucia turned to Avon with a contented sigh. "This is the perfect day." Avon smiled, his eyes crinkling at the