The Ace of Spades     Chapter I   Jungsu stared down at the drenched woman standing near his bedroom window. Behind her it had rained harder than it was this afternoon. She appeared to have gone from bad to worse in the last couple of minutes. She looked pale, very pale.   "You're in luck," he said roughly, "you're hurt."   The young woman drew back a step at his brusque tone and lean against the half open window. "I've... I had been in an accident," she stuttered.   "Accident? It looks like you were attacked." He sense she wasn't a danger to him. Or so his instinct is a little rusty. He studied her familarity. There was a small bruise near her right forehead. She's still slightly wet, but why hadn't she wore a coat, or shoes?   Still holding his clothes in her hand, she suddenly drops them, including the first aid kit.   "Where the hell is your shoes?" he demanded.   "What?" She stared up at him as if the question made no sense.   Jungsu noted the dazed look in her eyes, arms wrapped around her waist, and body trembling. The bloody wound had stopped, but she slightly swayed before catching herself. A tear had slid down her eyes to her pale cheeks. He swore under his breath and moved towards her.   "I need to go... I should go." she whispered before she closed her eyes and sagged against his chest.   Instantly Jungsu felt the wet and cold invade his warmth dry clothes. Frustrated and not knowing what else he could do; he picked the woman up and carried her into the bathroom. The only thing he knew was to try and get the woman out of the wet clothes, warmed up quickly, and clean her wounds before it gets worse. Concern override his ususal instincts.    He kicked the shower door open and slipped out of his house slippers and stepped in. Settling her to stand, she leaned on the side wall, his one arm still holding her close so she wouldn't fall. Once the shower is on, he turned it to a steady hot temperture. Steam filled the shower. Forgotten he was still fully clothes the warm water hit his back.   Jungsu cursed again and looked down to the woman. "Let's get you warmed up first." He turn her to the side and try not to let the water hit her wounded arm. As the water hit her, she grasped,shuddered, and sagged against him again.    "," he growled and pulled her face up to look at her. "You need to get these clothes off.   She shuttered as he released her and turn his gaze away. Trying to raise her hands to take the blouse off. Still eyes closed, her moves were awkward and sloppy. He stepped in again and held her waist before she fell back. At this rate, they'll be here all night.   Jungsu swore again and giving her privacy wasn't no longer an option. He pushed her hands away lean her back against the wall and started to unbotton her blouse. Suddenly she grabbed his hand. "What are you..." her voice weak and her pupils were uneven dilated.    ", concussion." He thought, knowing of the signs. Gently, pulling her blouse off, he pulled her undershirt off too. She swayed and held onto the back wall. As quickly, he yanked his tshirt off as well and felt the warm water hit against his chest. His eyes moved to her arm and notice a cut, she had dodged a bullet. She was lucky it wasn't worst. His questions were thrown out of his head and grabbed her arms as she almost hit the shower floor again. The woman winced and moan.    Jungsu's jaws tighten getting more heated by the minute. His groin tightened painfully against his jeans as his eyes moved down to her perfectly shaped s and baby pink s. At that moment he had a sudden urge to draw them into his mouth and taste it. She shivered and he forced his gaze away and found her watching him from beneath half-closed lids.    He turn his face away and cursed the many times for being such an animal. "You should do the rest." He said with annoyance.   "I can't," she said wearily as her hands struggle with the button of her jeans.   He flinched as her hands held his shoulders to study herself. He took a deep breath and held her hips, then unbotton the pants. Grasping the waistband on her slender hips and successfully peeled off including her and down her ankles, he kicked it to the side. in another deep breath as he caught a dark curl between her legs. He almost groan and realized he'd been out and alone far too long. What was wrong with him? Telling himself she was just another girl from many.   "So cold," she mutters and he looked to her pale face. She was a beauty even when she's sick. Damn this woman is going to be the death of him and she didn't have a weapon.    She swayed again and held onto him. Skin against skin. Her firm s press against his chest, he bit his lower lip to stifle a groan. As her shiver subsided, he moved them away from the water as he closes it.    The rosy pink color came back to her cheeks and he sighed in relief. Using a towel, he wrapped it around her good looking curvy firm body. Taking another towel he tried to dry her long thick hair. He looked down to her dark chocolate eyes gazing up at him, they shimmer. A ghost smile touched her lips that he hadn't realized.   He felt her knees weaken and drew her into his arms, then carried her back into his bedroom. After settling her onto the bed, he hurried into the closet and came back with a long sleeve tshirt.    "Arms up," he said. She responded by holding her arms up and the towel fell loss around her waist, giving him another good look at her s.   He'd quickly pulled the shirt over her and stepped back to grab the kit. When he turned back aroun