Author's Note: Hey everyone I re-updated this one again. Mostly just grammar correction. It's shorter than most of the other chapters BUT I did try fixing up the details and all for you. Thanks for the constructive criticism about my writing, and thanks for not bashing me for my mistakes. Hope you guys enjoy and let me know if I missed any mistakes. =)

Chapter 3

Stack of cards

A poker face

With her life

She's gambling

Taking a breath was never harder than at that moment. Her heart felt like it had stopped. It was a natural reaction though. Imagine waking up to find a sadistic man watching you sleep. There weren't many options to do other than scream. Strangely enough that wasn't happening with Scarlett. She took on this situation differently.

Hisoka, dressed in a black suit and orange hair draped down instead of slicked, covered his mouth with his hand and attempted (and failed) to suppress a chuckle, "Deep breath now."

Hearing those words helped her snap out of it. She let out a small gasp feeling a bit like an idiot. Shock tended to do that to her.

"We saw each other not five hours ago," she recovered quickly and glanced over to the digital clock beside her. She'd only been asleep for two hours. How long had he been standing there? And what on earth did he want?

She eyed him suspiciously, releasing her nen as defense and kept her guard up for any un-natural movement. Someone like him wasn't the kind to leave without a parting gift. She preferred to be on the cautious side now that there was no referee to interfere.

The expression of the handsome man before her changed from composed to confusion.

"You said 'long time no see' it's only been five hours…" she let her eyes trail down his arm to the pendant that dangled from his hand.

"Oh but five hours are like years to me," he teased with a smirk. He placed his free hand on his chest. His orange hair hung over his gray eyes.

Sarcasm dripped from her words, "Right. I missed you too. Now can you please hand me back my necklace you're trying to steal and explain to me what the hell you're doing in my hotel room?"

He made a frown and tossed her the necklace which she caught in one swift hand movement.

"You don't sound happy to see me," obvious disappointment in his voice as he watched the girl slowly move from the bed to the mirror. Her nen, he could feel it. A sudden warm blast similar to the one he felt when he faced off against her in the stadium hit against him. He bit down on the corner of his lip. She acted like it was normal to have him here. She wasn't afraid at all.

He walked over to where she stood. He stared at her reflection as she attempted to put the necklace on. His penetrating eyes trailed down to the back of her neck. Such a light olive color. Its flawless-ness was ruined by the cuts and bruises he'd given her. He smirked. It looked much nicer that way. He took both ends of the chain and clipped them together for her. It was only curtsey to do it for her seeing how he was a gentlemen at the moment. He watched carefully, waiting for a startled expression or a flinch to his movement. That was expecting too much from her. She was lost in her own world. Her long fingers tracing around the edges of the beautiful pendant that she cherished more than her life. He wondered how such a thing could be of such importance.

"Again. What are you doing here?" she repeated abruptly turning to face him. Both pairs of eyes locked. Hers calm and distant; his curious yet taunting.

"I wanted to see you."

A brow went up obviously not believing his accusation. He was glad she was having as much difficulty read him as he was with her. It was strangely amusing. He never knew what to expect from her. It made things exciting.

A sigh escaped him and then pretended to look disappointed at her lack of enthusiasm, "I was only returning what I found."

"So you're not here to kill me?"

He smirked, "Why would I do that? There are so many other things hotel rooms are used for."

Images. Of him and her. Flashes. Dim light. Hot sweat. Sounds. Her scream. His laugh. His touch. His breath.

Blood rushed to her cheeks. There it was again.

"Out."

"That blush tells me you're either new to this, or you've got yourself a naughty mind," he smiled placing a hand behind her, trapping the injured girl before him. That blush, it made him go crazy inside, "Makes me…excited."

It was like she forgot to breathe again. His eyes caught hers. They were all knowing. Like he had the upper hand against her. His hot breath crashed over her face as he exhaled. He acted as if it was the most normal thing to him.

A snicker escaped him once he noticed her lack of breathing. Again he reminded.

"Breath."

And again she snapped out of it and shook her head a bit.

"I said out," she remarked sternly poking his chest. As if a poke would be strong enough to push him away.

He only leaned in closer to her. Their faces became inches apart.

"And if I don't want to?" he whispered hotly. A shiver ran down her spine at his hot breath against her ear.

"You'd be in for a boring night," she answered calmly. No reason to panic. Right?

"I highly doubt that," he whispered in a hushed tone. Having her right there before him, wounded, helpless, yet so…unafraid. He licked the corner of his mouth, how could he just let her go?

"Leave," she commanded her eyes flickered with annoyance. Not from him, but from herself. She wasn't stupid. She new she had no chance of getting him off her if he tried anything. Both of them knew that. It wasn't a pleasant feeling to know she was so vulnerable. She bit the corner of her lip.

His nose pressed against hers as his firm lips found their place over hers. They were taunting, not even giving the girl the chance to catch herself at the sudden move.

Her eyes closed. Not out of temptation. She wanted to disappear. He was to close. He was a man of perfection and she was a barely a woman with all her flaws thrown out before him to see. Her hands shook as she pressed her hands on his chest wanting him off. Instead he pressed his lips harder against hers and let his tongue run against her lower lip before kissing her again.

Her hand went to the pendant around her neck subconsciously.

The pendant. The gift her mother had given her. The thing that would give her strength, to give her courage was right there.

She opened her eyes and placed a finger between their lips trying to break the kiss. She heard a snicker escape him and he pulled away but kept his face close to hers. His eyes full of desire.

"Leave."

"No."

"Yes."

It was all too humorous to the handsome magician. It was so fun.

"How about…a threat?" A twist of his wrist and a card appeared. One with a joker, "If you don't allow me to stay, I'll kill you."

She eyed the card. Then smirked, "You won't be able to kill me."

That caused his brows to go up.

"What?" he remarked with a frown.

"You," she poked his chest, "won't be able to," then back to herself, "kill me."

The grip around the pendant tightened as if her confidence was drawn out of it.

Hisoka on the other hand stared at her blankly. Who was she to make him question the out come of his threat. Did she seriously believe what she was spurring? The sharp edge of the card was placed firmly against the skin on her neck. His pair of gray eyes were glued to her. He wanted to see the panic and worry of how her bluff hadn't worked.

"Are you sure about that?" he smirked about ready to pull the card and watch the hot blood ooze out of her throat.

"Very."

He stared into her eyes. Dark brown. Serious. No doubt was found.

He hesitated. But only for a second.

One hand movement and the card twirled in his hand and he placed the edge soaked in her blood to his lips. Such a crimson color. Such a sweet taste. His eyes rolled back feeling himself harden in his pants. She hadn't even done a thing and she managed to turn him on. He held in a groan and pulled away from her before he lost control completely.

"Told ya," she grinned conceitedly her arms now folded against her chest. The cut on her neck was no different than a shallow paper cut. Blood trickled down, soaking the collar of her pink shirt.

"Hmm…I guess you did," the card vanished. A troubled look replaced his crazed smile. That was the second time.

"Right, thank you for returning my necklace and for the 'lovely' kiss, but I need to sleep so I can attend too normal girly things such as shopping. So I'll see you around."

"No goodbye kiss?"

There it was. That blush that colored her face. He felt his whole body getting hot all over.

"Out."

He snickered as he gave her a small bow and turned to leave.

"Hope you like the dress," with that he waved over his shoulder before disappearing behind the door.

Scarlett blinked. Confused. What dress? She spun on her heels and walked over to the sitting area. A brow went up at the two shopping bags placed by the couch. A smile threatened to unravel, but she held it in. it wasn't a good sign when a man could make her smile without him being there. Especially a man like him. Fingers traced over her lips. She could still taste him.

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