A/N:Well there isn't alot of people reviewing but I enjoy writing this story too much to stop now. Hope someone will enjoy :)

The second she closed the door she laid back on it and hoped Sark wouldn't bust it open and put a bullet through her brain for being so cocky. She held her breath and waited. When she heard him walk away she started breathing again and started to take a look at the room she was in. It was huge and everything was of a beautiful gold color. She walked towards the bed and sat on it, it was so comfortable. Amy helped herself under the covers, rested her head on the soft pillow and cried until she fell asleep.

In the kitchen Sark was serving himself a glass of water. He promised himself he wouldn't let his young guest treat him like that ever again. He had allowed it this time as a gesture of sympathy for the loss of her father but he wouldn't let it happen again. It had caught him off guard, her arrogance. Her lack of fear. He told her he was a dangerous criminal and she still had the nerve to be a smart ass with him. Nobody knowing who he was, what he was, has ever had the courage to defy him like that before. Not someone without any kind of training. Sark took a sip of his glass and headed for his room.

When he woke up and came down to the kitchen the next morning everything was quiet. Like it usually was in any of Sark's houses. It was quite late though, Amy should've been up by now. He suspected something might have happened to her and went up to her room. But everything was normal, she was sleeping peacefully in her large bed. He approached the bed and sat down next to her. He stared at her for a moment. There was something attractive, refreshing, about her. Her innocence. All of the woman Sark had ever been with were involved in the criminal world. He loved being with somebody equally as evil and perverted as him and being next to someone like Amy made him feel all the weight of his actions which he hated. But somehow he couldn't help but to be drawn to her. His train of thought was stopped when she slowly opened her eyes and jumped in surprise at his sight. He grabbed the hand she was about the smack in his face and smiled.

"Morning, sunshine."

"What are you doing here you perverted freak?"

Sark gave her a cold and menacing look as his way of telling her to drop the attitude.

"Sorry. What are you doing here master of everything that's freaky and perverted?" She snapped back at him returning his glare.

"Oh, don't be sorry just yet, love, you will have plenty of time to be sorry when I leave you tied and gagged for Guevara to find. I am not protecting you out of the goodness of my heart Miss. Richmond or out of sympathy towards you. I am doing this as a last favor to your father who was very dear to me but if you don't appreciate my actions and the fact that I am doing my best to save you from certain death, I will not bother any longer."

Amy realized he was right. He was a horrible person and deserved every insult she could say to him but he saved her life back at her house, invited her into his home and even provided her with clothes. The least she could do was be polite to him.

"Listen, I…" She trailed off.

"If you learn to show some respect I will be happy to pay you the same courtesy." He said as he let go of her hand and got up. He walked to the window and pulled the curtains open. The room was now bathed in light.

Amy hid herself under the covers and moaned.

"You're evil."

"I thought we already established that." With that he pulled the covers away from her.

The oversized t-shirt she was wearing barely covered her legs and Sark found himself turned on by the sight of her skin. Of course he would never let it show.

"It's late, you can't stay in bed all day."

Amy pulled herself out of bed and searched for her clothes.

"There are more pleasant ways to wake people up you know."

Sark walked out of the room without saying anything and once in the hallway he told her.

"I'll be in the kitchen."

As she made her way down the stairs she caught a glimpse of Sark eating breakfast in the kitchen. The black shirt he had on complimented his shaped body. His messed up blonde hair gave her the sudden urge to run her fingers through them. He was a very attractive man but being as stubborn as Amy was, she would never admit it.

She entered the kitchen wiping away from her mind all the thoughts about his sexy-ness and sat down at the table. In front of her was a plate filled with delicious looking pancakes. Amy stood there looking at them, incredulous.

"You made me breakfast?"