Free Karma by Nikki Sex

she feel so comfortable with Mike? She needed to protect herself better,
because with her track record she couldn't trust him.
    Mike
Thompson had done a background check and knew everything about her. But what
did she know about him? He could have a wife and twenty mistresses that he was
keeping happy.
    As
sweet as the man seemed, she wasn't stupid enough to fall for the whole love
thing again. Not to mention enduring the frustration, guilt, shame and
disappointment of the sexual act. Marcy had never experienced the magical delight
of orgasm. Was it a myth? Who knew?
    Besides,
she had a daughter now. She didn’t want to risk the possibility of another
irresponsible, soul-draining, self-absorbed man in her life. A man who no doubt
would break both of their hearts.
    When
all was ready, they began their game of mini-golf.
    For
such a normally quiet person, Marcy knew that she was shockingly competitive.
She was aware that she had surprised him when she demanded an extra stroke at
each hole because, "I haven't played here before and you have." The match
was closely fought, and once she even accused him of cheating.
    In
the height of competitive emotion, Marcy's index finger stabbed repeatedly into
his pectoral muscles as she said, "You moved that ball and I saw it!
Cheater! Cheaters never prosper; didn't anyone ever tell you that?"
    Damn
he smelled good. She took a deep breath, wanting to inhale that intriguing
scent of musk and man. Scowling, she studied his chest, surprised that she had
touched him. Marcy was normally reserved and self-contained. She avoided the
intimacy of touching others.
    "By
the way, your pecs are hard as a brick wall," she added as an afterthought.
    Mike
didn't crack a smile as he stood over her all big and male and tough guy.
"Do you want to keep that finger?" he mildly asked her in his feigned
English accent.
    Marcy
cracked up. In this one afternoon spent with Mike she couldn’t remember
laughing so much in her life. Somehow she found herself telling him about her
daughter, Katie, and what a great kid she was. He talked about his nieces and
nephews, and his three siblings – two of them happily married, one after an
unpleasant divorce.
    They
played two games, winning one each. The third game Marcy won causing her to
whoop and jump and laugh with pleasure. When she saw the odd little smile that
played on Mike's face she said, "What?"
    "Nothing."
    "You
let me win, didn’t you?"
    "Maybe,"
he said, causing her to giggle again. He shouldn’t have let her win. The fact
he did, ought to have upset her, but it didn't.
    "Hey,
weren't you supposed to be asking me questions or something? I thought you were
going to tell me about Mr. Chevalier's business."
    Mike
wore a chagrined expression. "I was going to," he admitted. "The
plan was to chat while playing a leisurely game of mini-golf. But I had no idea
that you were such a fierce opponent. You like to win don't you?"
    "Yep."
    "Could
you see us having a serious discussion during this innocent game of mini golf?"
    Marcy
grinned. "Nope."
    When
they got back to the club, Marcy retrieved her bag from a locker and was
disturbed to see a number of messages left on her cell phone. She returned a
call immediately, and spoke to the school nurse. Katie had broken her arm and
had been taken to the nearest hospital. She quickly wrote down the address and
hung up.
    Mike,
standing beside her, wore a concerned expression on his face. "I
heard," he said. "Let's go," Taking her elbow he propelled her
forward before she had a chance to even open her mouth.
    Mike
was in her personal space, touching her again, only this time Marcy didn't
notice.

13. Katie
    What
a fucking asshole, Mike thought, his anger
simmering.
    In
the car while driving on the way to the hospital, Marcy phoned her ex. Listening
had been revealing and helped to fill in an unknown area of Marcy's life.
    First,
she had trouble getting Katie's father on the phone. When Marcy hadn't answered
her cell phone because