Brack took me through a series of takedowns. Each one different and I couldn't defend against anything he did. I was frustrated, tired, and had the beginnings of another headache.

"That's enough for today," he said as he helped me to my feet once more.

"I haven't learned a damn thing." Hell, I almost lifted my foot and brought it down. Why was foot stomping something I constantly wanted to do around him?

"Not much anyway." His eyes narrowed. "You never screamed, bit, or scratched. For some reason you think this guy has rules. Or maybe you're too good to cause a commotion. Truthfully, in public, the best thing you have going is your voice. Women tend to allow embarrassment to guide them. They don't cause a commotion when it's the one thing that can save their life."

I seethed. I was seconds from causing a commotion he'd never forget. The bastard never mentioned what he wanted or what I should be doing. What kind of coaching was this anyway? "We wasted all that time accomplishing nothing." I fumed for a few seconds while Brack continued staring at me. I lowered my voice to a silky whisper. "You just wanted to rub against my body. It's a thrill for you isn't it?" My words said one thing, but the thought of killing him in his sleep held a great amount of appeal.

His smirk, which I was becoming all too familiar with, returned. "Yeah right, baby, it's a thrill."

I would give anything to wipe that look off his face. "Then explain why you just put me through hell."

"You won't like it."

Damn. "Go for it," I huffed.

His hands went to his hips and his stance changed. His infuriating superiority came out to play. "On the court you're invincible. You left your father's house knowing someone wanted to hurt you. By doing so, an innocent man died. You'll get bored and do it again too. I proved that you can't survive this unless you're prepared. The first part of that is showing you the weaknesses you never knew you had."

He was such a pompous ass. "Is that all you've got?"

"No. I like having you under me. My dick enjoys it too."

I let out a screech of frustration. Without thinking over my actions, I launched myself in Brack's direction. I used everything I hadfeet, hands, vocal cords, and even teeth. It did little damage and within a minute, I was on my back. We both breathed heavily now.

"Better, and we can work with that. Not today, though. You need a shower and a nap before preparing dinner."

His erection was back and I was a needy bitch. I wanted him to sink his cock inside me. I liked to take charge in bed, but this man had me wanting something totally different. The ache in my pussy shouted, "Dominate me!" My brain answered back, "Go to hell." Brack stood before I could grind upward or verbalize where his cock needed to go. I took his proffered hand and moved it to my breast. "How long will we be on this island?"

He didn't pull his hand away. "A week, maybe longer."

I gave him my best simmering fuck-me look. "If I take you down, will you fuck me?"

Hunger entered his gaze and he squeezed my breast until I grimaced. "I won't compromise my principles and fuck you, baby." He released me and pulled his hand away. "We need to get the mats up so I can move the plane inside."

"I scare you."

He turned away and spoke as he lifted the corner of a mat. "You dying scares me. Fucking you terrifies me."

It made no sense. "Why?"

Now his eyes met mine. "Because I've never wanted to fuck a job before. Don't let that worry you, though. I've lived without a lot of things and I can live without your hot little pussy. It would be easier on us both if you would accept that."

I finally gave in and did it. I stomped my foot. "I am so fucking horny I can't help it."

For a minute I thought he would burst out laughing. "I'll see if we can get some supplies here tomorrow. I'll be sure they include something to take the edge off."

Great, the man would provide me with a vibrator to keep me off of him. And dammit, I ached so badly I wouldn't argue. If I didn't get some kind of relief I'd never make it a week with him. A vibrator was better than nothing. I was seriously worried I'd hump his leg in my sleep if something didn't give.

We didn't speak on the way back to the hut. I went inside and dug through the cooler that was now against the wall in the corner. There were two steaks at the bottom. They would be the extent of our dinner.It killed me not to include a salad with the protein, but I'd survive until the next day. My biggest obstacle was surviving the night with only one bed. What was the female equivalent for blue balls? Whatever it was, I had them.

Brack went outside with his cell phone and I decided to take a nap to try to alleviate the pressure inside my throbbing head. It was warm inside, so I took a cold shower first. In a t-shirt and underwear, I laid on the bed and fell asleep to the sound of waves hitting the shore.

I woke up minus a headache and extremely thirsty. I'd overdone the exercise earlier, but it helped bury the thoughts that drove me crazy. Someone died because of me. An insane stalker tried to kill me. And, I wanted to have sex with the man hired to protect me. Maybe I was turning into a nymphomaniac. I'd gone months without sex before. Why was this so different? Why him? Brack said he wanted me. And that only made it worse. I used men, I didn't crave them. Yes, the guys used me too and we both walked away satisfied. Hell, that was a lie. I was never truly satisfied. The men I fucked played on the pro circuit, and tennis pros thought very highly of themselves in bed and out. I had sexual desires that I never expressed aloud. Was that my fault? I held my lovers at arm's length. It was easier to become friends with them and that's what I did if the intimacy went past a certain point. Late at night, I would think about my nasty sexual desires and feel embarrassment. Not just about my hidden needs, but also the fact that I couldn't express them. I always felt it was the whole senator's daughter thing hanging over my head. The "what ifs" if the media found out.

My arch nemesis, Valery, was gay. She said it didn't make her love life any more or less satisfying than mine. I had trouble believing that. Women would understand women in bed. Life had to be easier if I were attracted to pussy. I lay in bed for a few extra minutes and tried having a lesbian fantasy. Smooth silky fingers turned into rough callused ones. Hell. My thoughts veered to Brack's hard muscles and dual-colored eyes. What the hell was it about him? I guess the old adage that you always want what you can't have was true. I tightened my thighs trying to alleviate the ache. Having a man purchase a vibrator for me was at the top of my ridiculous list, but I was desperate. I grit my teeth against the need to lower my hand and try to get myself off once more. My stomach growled and thirst drove me from the bed before I suffered more frustration.

I drank two bottles of water then found a few spices in a drawer under the counter. I added a liberal amount to the steaks and took them outside to a propane grill I discovered earlier on the side of the hut.