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sanity were threatened. Not to mention there was the potential for her to make a giant fool out of herself over the guy. Nisha, you dumped him for a reason. Remember it.
    She pocketed the slip of paper. This changed the whole mood of the game. Now she had to worry about getting naked in front of Reid, or worse, having to go through punishments with him. Last year she’d been paired with Hunter. She’d had to kiss him once, let one of the other women feel her up—thanks to his stupid ‘random guest picks the punishment’ rule—as well as give him a hand job.
    That had been embarrassing. The only saving grace was they’d been in the “ shed of shame ” and away from prying eyes. His dick was as massive as his body , and she’d had trouble handling him. Reid had been the only other guy she’d given a hand job to prior to that event. While she’d known getting Reid off would lead somewhere, doing the same to Hunter had felt like a never-ending chore. No matter she’d tried to stay out of the line of fire, she’d gotten hit with his c um anyway. That single event prompted her to always carry wet wipes in her purse. Always be prepared.
    My parents must be so proud—not.
    Movement to her left caught her attention. Reid stood off to one side with the putter resting across the back of his shoulders and his hands hooked over the ends . The pose highlighted his broad chest and when the shirt hem rose, gave her a peek of his flat abs.
    Yup, I’m a goner. This night will not end well. Stupid fluttery stomach. Stupid hormones that can’t ignore the piece of eye candy. Ack!
    He grinned as she approached. “Pretty funny, huh?”
    “What?” She steeled herself for some of the chauvinistic crap he used to spout.
    “That we’re a team tonight.” He relaxed his stance, put his putter head on the ground , and then leaned on the shaft as if it was a cane.
    “Oh, yeah, just like old times.” Sarcasm oozed from the comment. Nisha bounced her golf ball. The hollow, rubberbandy twang each time it hit the concrete set off a host of memories: Reid making jokes t hat American sitcoms all had a token Indian in them now; Reid wondering aloud in front of the group why Indian children were n’t taught pointers from the Kama Sutra in school since she’d not been very skilled in the bedroom; Reid in a lip-lock with a busty blonde behind the snack shack—a kiss that had no thing to do with rules of strip tease mini-golf.
    God, he’d been su ch a prick, and his attitude had been just one of the reasons she’d dropped him like a bad habit, yet when she’d been with him, it had been thrilling and exciting, and given her a glimmer of hope that he might finally pay attention to her as more than an object .
    God, what a spineless fool I was. She snorted. I guess love does that to a person—destroys the brain like a flesh-eating amoeba. At least by dumping him, she’d earned her parents’ approval for the first time in years. But it was the love part that had her worried now. Guys like Reid don’t deserve to be loved.
    Nisha snuck a quick look at him and her heart trembled. Fuck. Just like old times for sure. I can’t wait to get a sneak peek of his cock. Her pulse accelerated. She couldn’t hide from her thoughts. Yes, she came to the event to see her friends, but she also wanted Reid. Apparently, where he was concerned, she hadn’t gone into remission. Stupid Reid and his sexy, hurry-and-get-naked good looks. Just kill me now.
    Tingles played up and down her spine. What sort of punishment would he choose for her? What would she do if he made a sexual request of her? She forced down a swallow. New rule, girl —d on’t give him anything unless he’ll give it back to you in spades. No exceptions.
    The metallic thud of someone dropping their putter brought her back to the moment. Since her and Reid’s team were the last to tee off, they had to wait on the three other couples to go ahead. Her skin prickled with anticipatory heat.