A new undercover unit is created by the FBI to infiltrate the inner circles of illegal art dealing.
Dylan Wang is a convicted and talented forger that will be forced to pretend to have a relationship with the agent assigned as his keeper, the sweet...
During the week apart, Yue and Dylan have felt sick to their stomachs missing each other. They haven't said "I love you" again, but they have chatted and spoken daily, which has helped a little with the nostalgia.
On Friday afternoon, Dylan lands in Las Vegas and Yue is there to pick him up, already dressed up for the event they must attend together. She is waiting in the car and shares her position with him so he will know where to find her in the parking lot.
Dylan asked her why she could not welcome him inside since he was eager to give her at least a strangling hug, but her reply was that she was overdressed for the airport, which made his stomach flip... What is she wearing? What will she look like?
Dylan rushes outside with expectation and follows the directions on his phone until he finds the rented car that Yue described.
As soon as he opens the door and ducks to get in, he suffers a mini heart attack.
"Holy crap!" he yells and as a reflex hits his head on the car roof. "Shit!" And rubs his head.
"Hey! Language!" Yue exclaims with a self-confident smirk. She knows he is shocked to see her because she dressed up for the occasion quite well. She took time to do her hair and make-up like they taught her at the mall.
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Dylan finally manages to plop on the seat with his heart racing and his palms sweating. He gives her a greedy once-over and covers his lap with his bag to conceal the effect that admiring her gorgeousness is having on him.
"For heaven's sake! You're practically naked!" he exclaims and gulps down his thirsty thoughts. Can they skip the party and go straight to the hotel room? He is dying to uncover what's under that mini dress, even though he's already seen it... Or perhaps because he has already seen it.
Yue chuckles and winks. "Like it? I bought it for Key West, but then it didn't seem appropriate for the occasion..."
Dylan's eyes are scintillating with desire, his mind is filled with impassioned thoughts and his mouth is watering, imagining those plump red lips all over his body... "Huh?" he mutters with his mouth open, his eyes shifting anxiously up and down on the pale, velvety skin of her legs and shoulders.
Yue arches her eyebrows and speaks slowly to get him to listen to her words. "I'm asking you if you like it."
Dylan wiggles his head in response. The answer is a rotund YES! He adores the look, and he adores her.
Since the lawyers told her she is finally a free woman again, can he marry her? He feels that Yue is the one who cannot get away, because, if he lost her, if he lost his señorita, he would never find anyone else like her to fill the void. Besides, isn't Las Vegas the perfect place to elope? She's dressed in white and he's wearing a suit. Peachy!
Yue disregards the dumbfounded Dylan and starts the car with him drooling over her while she begins to back away.
