Criminal Love

39. The Housekeeper

Monday at 6 am

Dylan yawns and opens his eyes as he senses movement coming from the other side of the bed. He can feel the mattress wave as Yue sits on the edge, sheet clasped under her arms, searching for the robe she left around somewhere. When was the last time I wore it? Oh, yeah, before the movie game...

Yue stands up, taking the sheet with her for cover, but she feels a sudden pull and then the linen abruptly slides off, revealing her undressed gorgeous body. Wonderful!

"Hey!" Yue exclaims, flustered.

Dylan is laughing with gusto. She is adorable when she is all worked up. "Where are you going, cookie? I'm not done with you."

"You don't own me!" she yells back in a matter-of-factly tone with her eyes pressed, astonishing him.

Is this the PMS talking? He sure hopes so.

However, when Yue opens her eyes to glare at him and notices Dylan's 'I want to eat you for breakfast' expression, she immediately feels her insides melting. Gosh, he's hot and incredibly distracting. He does own her in a way, whether she likes it or not; he is certainly the king of her castle too. But what was she doing again? Bathroom, Yue needs the robe to go to the bathroom, that's why she was sneaking out of bed. "I'll be back, I just need to go to the ladies' room."

"Come back soon or I'll come get you!" Dylan threatens flirtatiously in his raspy morning voice that sends shivers down Yue's spine, with his fresh and handsome face still sunk in the pillow.

Yue staggers towards the bathroom, rubbing the sleep off her eyes... I'm hopeless! I have no willpower when it comes to this guy. Lost, she's inevitably and unavoidably weakened by this man and his voice, his face, his mouth... Goodness, that mouth! And also, his hands... Man, he's good with his hands! He has ruined any other guy for her. Hopefully, she won't need to go looking for another one for the rest of her life.

When Yue comes back from the washroom, Dylan is sitting on the bed with a corner of the sheet concealing nothing more than his morning eagerness. Yue walks up to him, feigning indifference but still attracted to him like a moth to the flame, and as soon as she's within range, he yanks her forcefully to him and brings her to his lap with her knees bent at his sides.

"Good morning, señorita," he greets her, his voice incapacitating every single one of her neurons, and combs her messy and soft hair behind her ears.

"You are puffy, warm and red in the mornings... Irresistible!" He hauls her closer and extends her legs, so she falls on his lap. He pulls the sheet that separates them away and Yue feels an electrifying pulse run through her body and settle in her core when their bodies meet, skin touching skin so temptingly. "How is everything down there, cookie? Any changes?" Since she didn't don any underwear, Dylan supposes Yue is still expecting her period, but his policy is 'never assume, always ask' when it comes to women.

Yue, flushed and even warmer after making contact with his blatantly desirous body, shakes her head. "It usually comes in the afternoon. Now I'm just moody and I feel tense and tight."

"Oh," Dylan gives her a sweet and understanding peck on the lips and then leans back, observes her frustrated demeanor, and arches an eyebrow with a half smirk. "Do you know what's a great tension reliever?"

Yue pretends she doesn't know and simply stares at him, biting back a smile.

"Painting always helps me. Trust me, you have to try it..." and he unties her robe, revealing her balmy and velvety body, his for the taking. Dylan sighs and takes in all her beauty. Bewitching. "How is it that I can never get enough of you?" he huskily asks, his eyes getting darker and narrower as he slips the robe off her shoulders.