Excerpt of Dangerously Mine by A. M. Griffin

Finally, pulling herself away from the window, she pulled a training bag from the corner to start her workout. Hand–to–hand combat always made her feel primal, the main reason she loved it so much.

Within minutes, her training suit clung to her body, the lightweight material not constricting her movements at all. Perspiration covered her from head to toe, her once tied–back hair hanging wet and loose around her. Her muscles thrived under the workout, coming alive once again.

Heavy breathing behind her caught her off guard. She flipped away, landing in a fighting stance facing the intruder.

Taio stood in the doorway, watching. He gave a curt nod her way, the acknowledgement doing nothing to make her feel relaxed.

"You have good skills, Eva." He hooked his thumbs in the waist of his pants and leaned on the doorway.

Her name never sounded better.

"Thank you." She relaxed and straightened, her eyes still watching him. This was his first time speaking to her since their ill–fated first encounter.

She didn't dare move closer, especially since she still didn't know his intentions. She didn't move away either, fearing he would view that as a sign of weakness. So she stood her ground, her body betraying her in the worst way. Her heart sped up a little and her breathing became more labored. Now she found her nipples hardening as her name rolled off his tongue.

I know trouble when I see it.

Eva willed her body to fight against whatever "mojo" he was throwing at her.

Taio walked into the room and took a sword off a rack on the wall. He began flexing it, testing its weight. The gesture caused his arm and chest muscles to ripple with each movement.

Jesus.

"Who taught you fighting moves?" he asked.

"My sensei, he lived back home."

"Earth," he said as a statement, rather than a question.

"Yes, Earth. Ann Arbor, Michigan, more specifically."

She eyed the weapons on the wall. She was trained to use various fighting weapons—sais, kamas, knives, nunchakus, bo staffs and swords. She could show him a thing a two.

She walked over to the rack and took another sword off the wall.

Shit!

It weighed a ton! No wonder he smirked when she picked it up. Even though she strained to hold it in both hands, she made sure not to let him know. She would give anything to smack that look right off his face. Instead, she concentrated hard on not dropping the sword. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She dared not try to maneuver it as he had.

"A male taught you?" He sounded surprised.

"Yes. Thirteen Earth years of training." Taio laughed and shook his head in disbelief. "It's not unusual on my planet," she said. "A male can teach a female how to fight or even a female can teach a male."

He laughed harder and shook his head. "There could never be such a thing on my world."

She turned away. "I earned a black belt, first Dan in Kyokushin Karate. On Earth I'm considered to be a great fighter."

"Your people did not fare well in the war against the Loconuist. The fighting techniques of your species mean nothing to me."

Ouch.

If the sword in her hands wasn't so heavy, she would have swung it at him.

Asshole.

"We didn't know how to fight them. We'd never encountered aliens before."

"Then it is good that I will take care of you from now on."

Her head snapped around. "I don't need you to take care of me."

"You were captured by the Loconuist and the Tresdonians almost killed you."

She shrugged. "But they didn't."

He smirked. "Because I saved you."

"Thanks, but I can take care of myself."

"It doesn't matter. You are my responsibility now. You are my slave."

Her eyes, squinting and cold, fixed on his. "Ship told me those assholes on that planet gave me to you. I think you got cheated. I'm not a slave. Not yours or anyone else's."

"If this arrangement does not suit you, I could turn the vessel around and give you back to the Tresdonians." He turned from her and put the heavy sword back on the wall rack.

Her heart began pounding in her chest. He wouldn't... "No. I'm not going back there." She held her sword tightly in her grasp.

"Then you are my slave." He stalked slowly toward her. His eyes locked on hers.

"No." She backed away from him.

This cannot happen.

"You are mine." He took another step toward her. "You will need to get used to the idea."

"Never."

He stopped his advancement. They stood facing each other. Her breathing came out in deep and heavy breaths. Her heart thumped in her chest.

Abruptly, he turned and walked from the room. She blinked at the empty doorway. The cold surface of the wall was against her back. She held the sword close to her chest, shielding her body. She stayed there until her arms shook from the sword's weight.

She was no one's slave.