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...
Yue is pacing around her room, staring at the closet. She is nervous and has no idea what to wear. What is suitable to meet the in-laws that are also an intimidating criminal family? Though she already met Joel, that didn't go too well. Will this time be any different?
Since dinner came on such short notice, Dylan didn't have time to take Yue shopping for the occasion, which has not helped her self-esteem one bit.
Moping, she throws herself on the bed, grabs the pillow with resignation and whimpers so loud that poor Whiskers shoots out of the room, his hair bristled and his back arched.
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And there he is, Dylan to the rescue!
As expected, he's ready and effortlessly attractive when he walks into her room and finds her wallowing on the bed.
"Why do you always look so good?!" Yue whines. "It's not fair!" She kicks the bed and yells into the pillow.
"You're scaring Whiskers, stop the nonsense, Shen Yue! Come on! Let's see what you've got. It's catwalk time. Show me the options, and I will tell you what to wear," he reassures her, eager to see her model for him, but it won't happen.
Yue unwillingly stands up, goes to her closet and shows him a couple of outfits, placing the hangers in front of her body.
"That one: white sweater and black ripped shorts. You'll look cute but sexy and your outfit will match my style." Dylan winks and Yue shrugs her shoulders with an attitude. She's not convinced she'll look good anyway, why try so hard?
Yue hides in the bathroom for half an hour, and Dylan watches time go by slowly. What is she doing in there? And why did she go to the bathroom to get ready? It's not like he hasn't seen her before... Thank goodness he's basically ready to go, he only forgot his perfume, the woodsy, manly, expensive one that makes Yue's knees wobble. She's always touchy when he wears that, which is why he wishes to use it all the time. He bought 2 extra bottles to keep at the penthouse and the office, just in case.
Dylan is bored and sitting on a chair in the kitchen, jiggling an empty glass, when Yue comes out of the bathroom looking naturally beautiful. As soon as he sees her, he forgets his name, where he is, why he's there. Gone. He can only see her red, delicious heart-shaped lips, the way her soft fringe frames her face, her deery eyes that send tingles all through his body, how her eyelashes caress her cheekbones when she shyly blinks, completely unaware of her stunning beauty, and her moles, those happy dots that he loves to trace with his fingers when she sleeps. And her scent, why does she smell so good? It's sweet and floral, with notes of violet and rose, and a dash of vanilla and white musk. It makes him want to rub his nose all over her skin.
Dylan gulps to wet his dry throat. Man, does he want to paint her! In every sense. Her portrait deserves to be hanging on a museum wall to be admired all day.
