The shower was small and the water cool. It was heaven. I scrubbed with an old bar of soap and a clean washcloth I'd removed from a small basket on the only shelf in the bathroom. I washed until my skin was raw. I used soap to massage my scalp around the bandage and felt halfway human again. The only downside of being free of the grime was a lack of a razor. For some reason having a clean body made the stubbles on my body more irritating. Within another day or two I'd have monkey armpits to go with my hairy legs. The small personal grooming kit in my bag at least had shampoo, comb, lotion, toothbrush, and toothpaste. I brushed the fur from my teeth.

Combing my hair was a little harder. If I had something to pull my hair back with, the bald spot most likely wouldn't show. No such luck and it would probably cause a more severe headache than I already suffered. My sudden sense of vanity needed to take a flying leap into the cold dark pit it had come from. I pulled an old familiar t-shirt from the bag and gently brought it over my head. Panties and shorts next. This was the best I could do. There was a bra in the bag but I needed more sleep and hated wearing a bra to bed. Concussions weren't for sissies. I opened the door and found Brack sitting at the table with his head propped on his hand.

"You awake?"

He jumped and I smiled. He stood quickly. "I need to put antibiotic ointment on your stitches."

I stood still while he doctored my head. He didn't smell fresh, but his scent wasn't unpleasant. Locker rooms and sweat were part of my life. If I wasn't so tired, I would have moved my ass back against his crotch. I really wanted to know if being this close to a clean me excited him. I didn't do it though. I knew I was in no shape to take the next step.

"I'm taking a quick shower and then we're hitting the sack," he dictated after finishing up with his nursing skills.

Why did I continue to bait him? "Too bad, I'm not tired."

He made a small grunting noise. "I'll tie you to the bed if I need to. I don't want you outside unless I'm with you. We're playing by my rules now and I don't threaten anything I'm not willing to do."

I should have argued, but fatigue won out. I walked over to the bed, pulled the covers back, and crawled in. He left the bathroom door open and I heard him pee. He flushed the toilet and turned on the water to the shower. The curtain snapped open, but didn't shut. I tossed a pillow and the quilted coverlet on the floor for him to sleep on. In my current mood it was extremely generous. If I wasn't feeling so rotten, I'd sneak out and run away just for the hell of it. I fell asleep thinking about his soapy fingers running across large slick muscles.

***

I had no idea where Brack slept that night. I noticed the coverlet and pillow piled beside me on the bed when I woke up. That entire first day on the island was nothing but a blur. I slept almost around the clock. Brack fed me and made me drink water, but other than that, he left me alone. That night I felt better and still managed to fall asleep without trouble. I pulled the sheet up to my chin and closed my eyes. Then nothing.

I woke up to the sound of the waves outside and Brack's warm body and steady breathing beside me. The jerk had no qualms about joining me in bed. I let it go because having him in bed fit my plans. I stared at his face and for once, he wasn't wearing those horrid sunglasses. I took some time and studied his features. Sexy stubble sprinkled his square jaw. My fingers itched to run across the prickly nubs. He had a half-inch scar just off center on his lower lip. I would enjoy licking the uneven pucker. His nose wasn't perfectly straight and I wondered if it had been previously broken. Funny what his glasses hid. Even with all these imperfections the man's body was lustable sin. My eyes feasted on his bare chest. No imperfections there. Even asleep, his muscles bulged in all the right places causing an aching pulse to throb between my legs. The temptation to lick and bite was almost irresistible. God, I wanted to fuck him. But first, I needed to take care of another problem.

With a soft unfulfilled sigh, I slowly rolled over and inched my way off the bed. Even though I tiptoed, the wooden floorboards squeaked. I watched his face closely. His relaxed features stayed the same. When I was on his side of the bed, I grabbed the sunglasses and made it a few feet away before he startled me.

"Going somewhere with my glasses?"

I jumped and gave a nervous giggle. "Nope." Executing an exaggerated stumble, I dropped the glasses and stepped on them. It pinched my bare foot, but the satisfying sound of breaking plastic made up for it.

"You did not just fucking do that." He sounded incredulous.

"It was an accident," I said in the whiniest voice I could muster without laughing.

"Accident my ass," he grumbled as he rose from the bed. He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. "Do you have any idea how much those cost?"

"Hmm, sorry, I'll buy you another pair once we're off the island."

He stalked closer.

I backed up.

"You know there are consequences for your spoiled brat actions." His beautiful gorgeous eyes narrowed.

I didn't back up again as he took a step closer. His chest was an inch from mine. I inhaled deeply sucking luscious, warm man smell into my lungs. "Will you spank me?" I asked in a throaty voice using my sexiest smile.

He reached up and took a lock of my hair between his fingers. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" he asked huskily.

"Probably."

He scooped me into his arms, bypassed the bed, and walked toward the door. A long piece of wood braced the door keeping it securely shut. He tightened his arm beneath me, lifted the wood with his other hand, and tossed it aside. His strength did nasty things to the ache between my thighs. He carried me outside. I wasn't sure what he had in mind until his feet hit the surf and he waded toward deeper water.

"You wouldn't," was all I had time to say. The water went over my head before I could get my feet under me. I came up sputtering. Wiping the water and hair from my eyes, I saw him walking back to the hut. And it was a hut. The damn thing wouldn't survive if a slight ocean breeze picked up. Brack walked inside leaving the door open. I couldn't help myself and started laughing. The water actually felt good. I gave a quick thought to the non-waterproof bandage on my head and figured the salt water would probably help the stitches.

The ass had actually thrown me in the water. I was in love again. I'd found a man who wasn't intimidated by me or my father. I shouldn't have broken his glasses, but the damn things drove me crazy. I also realized I felt so much better than I had since the attack. My head didn't ache and my hip felt better. I swam about fifty feet before turning back. The water was glorious.

As I continued swimming laps in the ocean, my mind went to the training I was behind on. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out there was no practice court here. There was nothing but the hut, sand, and water as far as I could see. It killed me, but I would make do with jogging, push-ups, and sit ups. I knew it wasn't enough, though, and my good mood soured. I had a Grand Slam to win, records to break, and fans to keep happy. Somehow I had to convince Brack to get me out of here.

First things first. I peeled off my clothes and walked naked into my new home sweet home. I hoped the man's cock was made of steel because I was about to test its resistance.