Guilty Secrets (Campus Love and Murder Sorority Eyes Romance Book 1) by Ciara Christie
Authors: Ciara Christie
Tags: General Fiction
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finished my drink and he took my glass by the base of the stem. Instead of refilling it, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic evidence bag. He carefully placed the flute into the bag and sealed it shut.
"What are you doing?"
He stared hard at me. "Do you prefer Robyn or Rob?"
I watched Harry wear the orange fireball in the sky like a flaming halo. For a moment he seemed like a God arriving from Mount Olympus ready to taste the sex of every willing mortal woman.
At that moment I felt the intensity of that fireball between my legs and burned with lust for him.
He asked again, "Robyn or Rob?"
I swallowed hard. "I don’t mind."
"No? Is that because Robyn is not your real name?"
My eyes widened. "What are you talking about? Of course it is."
He shook his head. "A buddy of mine in the F.B.I. did a search on your driver's license. The real Robyn White died in 1985, aged three years old. So who did I invite on this date?"
My head spun. "What the Hell are you doing checking up on me?"
"That's hardly the point, is it?"
For God's sake, kiss me. Make me forget for one blissful moment. "Take me back to campus. Now."
I backed away and turned. I felt his firm grip on my wrist and my stomach back flipped. He pulled me around to face him. His expression was intense animal lust.
He stepped in close, leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips. His arms wrapped around my shoulders.
I reached out and dug my fingernails deep into his biceps. On my lips I felt the strangest sensation of desire melting my resolve.
Just at the point I was about to kiss him back, he broke his embrace. His smile was arrogant. As if he knew he could have me anytime he liked.
I had to think fast. As much as I wanted him, I had to take control. I slapped him across the face. Hard.
His hand flew to his reddening face. The hurt in his eyes was momentary before the arrogant smile returned.
"So Robyn... this is how it's going to work. Either you tell me right now who you really are, or I tell the Dean of Admissions you submitted your studentship under false pretenses."
"You wouldn't."
His smile said he would.
"The Dean and I go way back. And now I've got your fingerprints on your glass, my F.B.I. buddy can tell me who you really are. So which is it?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
I'd undertaken months of preparation to reach this point. I only had one shot at it. There was nothing else for it.
But could I trust Harry with the truth? Indeed, how much of the truth did I even need to tell him?
I took a deep breath.
"Madison Loxley was my sister. I'm Robyn Loxley."
He sat back against the hood of his car.
"I knew you reminded me of someone. So why the deception?"
"I believe Madison was murdered."
"Murdered? But we found no body."
"So what? You think she ran away because your bulging biceps drove her crazy? Oh please."
I realized I said it with too much conviction. As if I was implying he was some kind of god to women and had no heart.
His smile returned. But then quickly wavered.
"You're out to find Madison's killer?"
I nodded. "Will you help me?"
"Help you? How?"
I had to be careful how much I said here.
"Madison sent me her journal. It alludes to a list of people. Somehow they were involved in Madison's disappearance."
"People? Which people?"
"I don't yet know."
"But you did just say you have a list of their names?"
"Only their initials. The rest I need to work out. Madison was, well quite... secretive."
He sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his thick hair.
"You're telling me. So what can you tell me about Madison's disappearance?"
"Only that she was investigating the names on her list."
"Investigating what about them exactly?"
"Again, I don't yet know."
"So what's your plan?"
"I infiltrate. I take the same classes as Madison. I engineer ways to meet the same people she would have met. I gain their trust. I learn their secrets."
His eyes widened.
"So that's why you agreed to come out on a date with me? To learn my
"What are you doing?"
He stared hard at me. "Do you prefer Robyn or Rob?"
I watched Harry wear the orange fireball in the sky like a flaming halo. For a moment he seemed like a God arriving from Mount Olympus ready to taste the sex of every willing mortal woman.
At that moment I felt the intensity of that fireball between my legs and burned with lust for him.
He asked again, "Robyn or Rob?"
I swallowed hard. "I don’t mind."
"No? Is that because Robyn is not your real name?"
My eyes widened. "What are you talking about? Of course it is."
He shook his head. "A buddy of mine in the F.B.I. did a search on your driver's license. The real Robyn White died in 1985, aged three years old. So who did I invite on this date?"
My head spun. "What the Hell are you doing checking up on me?"
"That's hardly the point, is it?"
For God's sake, kiss me. Make me forget for one blissful moment. "Take me back to campus. Now."
I backed away and turned. I felt his firm grip on my wrist and my stomach back flipped. He pulled me around to face him. His expression was intense animal lust.
He stepped in close, leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips. His arms wrapped around my shoulders.
I reached out and dug my fingernails deep into his biceps. On my lips I felt the strangest sensation of desire melting my resolve.
Just at the point I was about to kiss him back, he broke his embrace. His smile was arrogant. As if he knew he could have me anytime he liked.
I had to think fast. As much as I wanted him, I had to take control. I slapped him across the face. Hard.
His hand flew to his reddening face. The hurt in his eyes was momentary before the arrogant smile returned.
"So Robyn... this is how it's going to work. Either you tell me right now who you really are, or I tell the Dean of Admissions you submitted your studentship under false pretenses."
"You wouldn't."
His smile said he would.
"The Dean and I go way back. And now I've got your fingerprints on your glass, my F.B.I. buddy can tell me who you really are. So which is it?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
I'd undertaken months of preparation to reach this point. I only had one shot at it. There was nothing else for it.
But could I trust Harry with the truth? Indeed, how much of the truth did I even need to tell him?
I took a deep breath.
"Madison Loxley was my sister. I'm Robyn Loxley."
He sat back against the hood of his car.
"I knew you reminded me of someone. So why the deception?"
"I believe Madison was murdered."
"Murdered? But we found no body."
"So what? You think she ran away because your bulging biceps drove her crazy? Oh please."
I realized I said it with too much conviction. As if I was implying he was some kind of god to women and had no heart.
His smile returned. But then quickly wavered.
"You're out to find Madison's killer?"
I nodded. "Will you help me?"
"Help you? How?"
I had to be careful how much I said here.
"Madison sent me her journal. It alludes to a list of people. Somehow they were involved in Madison's disappearance."
"People? Which people?"
"I don't yet know."
"But you did just say you have a list of their names?"
"Only their initials. The rest I need to work out. Madison was, well quite... secretive."
He sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his thick hair.
"You're telling me. So what can you tell me about Madison's disappearance?"
"Only that she was investigating the names on her list."
"Investigating what about them exactly?"
"Again, I don't yet know."
"So what's your plan?"
"I infiltrate. I take the same classes as Madison. I engineer ways to meet the same people she would have met. I gain their trust. I learn their secrets."
His eyes widened.
"So that's why you agreed to come out on a date with me? To learn my
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