Guilty Secrets (Campus Love and Murder Sorority Eyes Romance Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

generosity of spirit. A part of me felt expertly manipulated, but I couldn't figure exactly why.
    "Now, Robyn, confess your dark secrets."
    I flushed hot. "My secrets?"
    "Yes, silly... your first assignment. I hear J.C. Thruster really sticks it to the newbie recruits."
    I breathed a sigh of relief.
    "The ultimate guide to One hundred ways to orgasm with vegetables and other household appliances."
    Mai, bless her, kept a straight face for all of two seconds before roaring with laughter.
    After she caught her breath, she said, "Well, Robyn, you've come to the right place."
    "What do you mean?"
    She touched a kitchen surface and a drawer slid out. She reached inside and retrieved a long thin cucumber, a long thick and knobbly carrot and a perfectly curved banana. She turned back to me with a wicked glint in her eyes.
    "Robyn, meet the top three on your list. Only ninety seven to go."
    I shook with laughter and poured another glass. It was going to be a long session.
    Two hours later, with the assistance of several glasses of wine, we had emptied every drawer in the apartment. Every cupboard had yielded its secrets. We had explored the alternative possibilities of every household implement with our imaginations, if not with practical knowledge.
    Mai recounted her apparently extensive knowledge of alternative uses for everyday household gadget, including an electronic crystal dusting device attachment from a high-end vacuum cleaner, electric tooth brushes and the optimum washing machine spin cycles. She explained that even the deep shag carpet had a use I hadn't imagined. Although carpet burn was an occupational hazard.
    At the end of our investigation I was somewhat enlightened on how dull an imagination I really had and just how limitless was Mai's.
    The furthest I would let Mai explore the possibilities of each object, was to let her caress my hand or forearm. Though she did tease my neck and the back of my ears with some of the smaller objects like the ultra-soft bristles of a high-end toothbrush that apparently emitted vibration pulses according to the science of oral stimulation.
    I was beginning to realize what a naughty joy and tease and not to mention a first rate flirt she was. I couldn't help wonder if she had a boyfriend. But in asking her I feared I'd open a Pandora's Box of curiosity into my own private life. I shouldn't have feared. She knew it all, already.
    At least she thought she did.
    I completed the assignment in record time, hit save on my word document and emailed it to J.C. Thruster.
    I sighed with exhilaration, and if I secretly admit with a little horniness at all the sensual talk.
    "So, Robyn, who's the guy in the picture frame?"
    I bit my lower lip and rolled my eyes. "Ben. The ex."
    "Who dumped who and why? And don't say it was by mutual consent. It never is."
    I shrugged. "I wanted romance, not a fumble in the backseat jungle of my Rust Bucket Beetle."
    She shrugged. "Twenty first century man does not do romance. Ever experienced true romance?"
    Maybe it was the wine, but I let it slip. "I haven't actually experienced anything."
    "Not even an orgasm?"
    "Well, maybe in my dreams."
    She found the carrot and dropped to one knee in mock ceremony, "Robyn White, I hereby bestow upon you a good time with Mr. Carrot. May the two of you indulge in consensual bliss. It doesn't last long though. One of you will always begin to wilt and go off the other."
    I laughed and pushed away her playful teasing of the carrot on my inner thigh.
    "Don't worry, Robyn. Stick with me and I'll find you a romantic man, even if it kills us. In fact, what about the campus cop?"
    I avoided Mai's eyes. How could I explain to her? "Officer Hotness? I don't think he was interested."
    "Why do you think Charity went nuclear on you?"
    "What do you mean?"
    "They used to date. Though by date I mean hook up. He's not exactly the settling down type. But I hear he's quite romantic. So the rest would be up to you."
    "I don't even know his