Free Unveiled Ties (Intoxicating Passion #2) by Felicia Tatum

Chapter
One-Dane
    Angel Eyes
haunted me. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s all passed, and still it
was her I thought of.   Long, dark
chocolate tresses that felt so soft on my fingers and her gloriously intense
eyes were everywhere I turned. The girl I met at the bar back home reminded me
of her with her soft moans, but something about them were… off. Different. Wrong. The chick I met at the frat’s New
Year party had hair the same shade, but I couldn’t bring myself to take her
back to my room. Instead, I insisted we go to her place. My brothers thought my
actions were insane, she undoubtedly thought it was the beginning of something,
but she couldn’t have been more wrong. No one had been in my room since Angel
Eyes. She lingered, her scent on the bed, her presence in every corner. When I
woke, her face was what I saw. She was in my dreams, often joining me in the
shower for my alone time, she was everywhere .
She was like the sexiest undead ghost ever.

 
    No other
girl had ever had this effect on me. Ever. To be honest, it really freaked me out. She wasn’t
that spectacular. I mean, yeah, she was beautiful, but so were a lot of other
girls. The way she ignored me in the store, her eyes barely flittering over me
before snubbing me. Disappearing before I could make my move. Then, to my
surprise, she came to the party with a whole new personality. It was like the
second she put the mask on, she became a different woman, a sexier, more
confident version of her earlier self. It drove me nearly insane.

 
    My only hope
was running into her on campus. I’d long ago, about fifteen minutes after
searching for her, decided to reveal my identity if the opportunity arose, no
matter how excruciating the outcome could be. So, I dressed to impress. Fitted
jeans that made girls whisper behind my back, a royal blue buttoned shirt, and
a tie to match. Yes, a tie. For class. I was being
ridiculous, but I didn’t want to see her turn from me the way she had before.
My heart was hard, cold, and possibly dead, but it still warmed for her.
Rejection would kill it once and for all.

 
    It was the
first day of spring semester classes, and I was dead set on searching every
inch of the campus to find Angel Eyes. I must know her name, sooner rather than
later, or my brain would probably explode. Grabbing the notebook with my
schedule, I hurried down the stairs, hoping to slip out before Jack saw me.

 
    The little
bitch annoyed me more than ever before.   Of all the people to see me search for Angel
Eyes, it had to be him. He’d followed me around, mercilessly mocking me as I
pushed my way through the crowds of people. Hot, sweaty bodies rammed into me,
several women pulled me toward them, wriggling their chests in my direction
suggestively. Normally I would have given in, taken a turn with each one until
I found the one I would take to bed that night, but my thoughts were clouded
with her.   The way she looked undeniably sexy in a long
gown, and those large eyes she possessed that watched my every move, slowly
seducing me with each blink. Jack saw my distress as I hunted for my angel and
he hadn’t let me forget it.

 
    “All dressed
up, I see,” his voice curled through the air, insulting me in those few words.

 
    I kept
walking, brushing past him with a hard bump to his shoulder. I needed an apple
and a frozen biscuit and I would be home free. Focusing on the task at hand, I
blocked all other thoughts, people, and barriers. Today, I would find Angel
Eyes. How I knew, I couldn’t tell you, but I did. There was a cinching grip to
my gut, finality about the never-ending quest for the
one woman who was immune to my charm….or was she? Memories from Halloween
replayed like a movie on repeat. I lost the remote, so there was no way to end
my suffering. She allowed me to help her, to kiss her, to touch her. Losing
herself in the moment showed me how incredibly sensual she was, but her quick
departure showed me her