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still the object of her fantasies. How many times had she wielded her vibrator and pretended it was Reid’s fingers on her clit or his cock pounding her cunt? As her breath hitched and her heartbeat tore through her body, she raised her eyes to his.
    Reid’s wide grin sent heat hurtling into her bloodstream. Her nipples responded, poking against her coral T -shirt. For one terrifying, exhilarating second his gaze dropped to her chest before he refocused on her face.
    Nisha’s pussy clenched. Moisture dampened her panties—brand new and matching an equally new , lime-green satin bra. She’d taken Hunter’s warning to heart. No way would she risk wearing plain white lingerie like last year.
    Reid rubbed a hand over his close-cropped blond hair while his intense look pinned her to the sidewalk. “It’s good to see you.” His baby-blues seemed to invade her soul, pull out her most intimate thoughts and bend them for his own pleasure. “You look great.”
    Yeah, after I dumped your ass, I lost twenty pounds and somehow managed to keep most of them off despite food binging. She nodded. “Thanks.” It’d taken her six long months of ice cream eating and chocolate hoarding to let him go, and by that time, she had her clothing store to occupy her mind and the treadmill when it didn’t. The only thing she felt now was pure, unadulterated, bone-tingling, pussy-throbbing lust, except… Oh who am I kidding? Seeing him again left her feeling as i f she’d jumped from an airplane not knowing if her parachute would work. Her stomach free-wheeled faster than she could keep up with the rush.
    I’m in big trouble.
    Before she could utter anoth er word, Hunter in all his six-foot-five, barrel-chested glory stepped forward . He still resembled the f ootball player he had been in college. Compared to Hunter, Reid looked puny. “Nice of you to join us, Nisha. I guess the ‘we start at eight’ must have seemed like a suggestion.” He gave her a round of applause. “I’ll never give up hoping you’ll be on time to these events just once.”
    “Sorry.” She tossed a rolled-eye glance to Trina. “The older yo u guys get, the stricter you are about being on time.”
    Hunter assumed a mock-fierce expression. “Stop whining. We all know the reason you’re late is because you hate getting naked.”
    Or I’m try ing to postpone seeing Reid, but I’ll never tell you that. “Which is why I play carefully. I don’t want you guys seeing any more skin than you have to. I don ’t want a repeat of last year.”
    Trina ran a hand through her long, blonde hair. “ We’re playing dirty tonight. Should have left the modesty at home, girl. We know once you get a few drinks in you, you don’t mind flashing the skin.”
    Good-natured laughter cycled through the group. Being in their company put her in mind of fun times and always made her wish she’d stayed in better touch. Their tendency for the kinky aside, she missed them during the year.
    Hunter held up a hand. “You guys know the drill. Everyone grab a putter, girls draw a name , and then meet up with your partner. If you want a drink, get it yourselves. In order to qualify for the grand prize of an all-expense paid week-long trip to the Bahamas—that I’ve generously provided out of the goodness of my heart—you have to complete all nine holes. No quitters. We start in five.”
    The group swarmed the attendant who oversaw the putters, balls and scorecards. Nisha waited until Reid had selected his and moved away before she picked out a hot pink ball and one of the shortest putters. Because she’d held back, she withdrew the last scrap of paper resting at the bottom of a glass fishbowl. After tucking the putter under her arm , she unfolded the paper, and then groaned.
    Reid’s name was printed in bold , capital letters followed by the number four. Thanks a lot, universe. Out of all the people she could have been randomly paired with, he was the worst. Her peace of mind and