Unleash the Night by Sherrilyn Kenyon Page A

three doors down. “What?”
    â€œHe is the cutest guy on the planet. I swear, I’ve never seen anyone hotter. He must be gay. No straight man ever looks this yummy.”
    â€œOh, doesn’t that just piss you off?” Tammy asked from the next seat. “You should try being an art major. All I ever saw as an undergraduate was men looking for other men. It’s why I’m in law school now. I need a profession where I might actually run across a dude wanting a female.”
    Whitney gave Tammy a droll stare for the mere fact that she had spoken without invitation. Marguerite, on the other hand, adored the Goth student, who always had the most interesting stories on Monday morning.
    Marguerite smiled at her. “Okay, Tammy, since you’re the resident expert on men, go scope him out and tell me what you think. Whose team does he bat for?”
    By the time Marguerite had the backpack on her shoulders, Tammy returned with a thoughtful scowl on her face. “I don’t know. It’s too close to call. Psycho Prep is right, he’s stunning. Offhand, I’d say straight, ’cause he has this ‘do me’ factor all over him that makes you want to take a bite out of his succulent flesh. That being said, he’s dressed in a black silk shirt that’s open at the neck, sleeves rolled back on his arms, and it’s left untucked. Of course he does have a really cool tat on his left arm. But…”
    Tammy wrinkled her nose. “He has on black slacks and really, really expensive black Italian loafers. Ferragamos, I think. Gotta say that sets off my gaydar big-time. Straight men don’t normally dress that good. Not to mention he has one of those expensive haircuts, but at the same time it’s kind of shabby. He’s not really watching anyone, male or female, who walks by. It’s weird. So I’d say our team has a fifty-fifty shot he bats for us. Or maybe he’s a switch-hitter.”
    â€œOooh, a mystery,” Marguerite said as she headed out of the classroom to see him for herself. “Let me see what I think.…”
    There was quite a stir in the hallway as women gawked or tried to be inconspicuous in their ogling of him. At first all she could see was the top of his blond hair over the crowd.
    It was hard to navigate through the estrogen sea of women who wanted a closer look at him. And as she made her way closer, Marguerite had to admit he was completely stunning. She was far from immune to the “‘do me’ factor” that Tammy had mentioned.
    His face was perfect, with full, sensual lips that just begged for a hot kiss. He had high cheekbones and a patrician nose. His dark blond hair was shorter in back than in front, with pieces of it falling strategically into his eyes to add an air of mystery to him. He looked extremely uncomfortable as he held a bouquet of roses and a large box of Godiva chocolates. His skin was a deep, tawny gold.
    It wasn’t until he took a step toward her and she saw the exact color of his turquoise eyes that recognition hit her square in the chest.
    It couldn’t be.…
    â€œWren?”
    He didn’t pause until he stood before her and offered her that familiar hesitant smile before he literally nuzzled her cheek, then gave her a light, gentle kiss.
    Tammy paused beside them and cleared her throat. “Switch-hitter?” she asked.
    Marguerite laughed. “Oh no. This one is definitely on our team, trust me.”
    Tammy high-fived her. “You go, girl. Make sure you score a few home runs for our side.”
    Wren frowned as Tammy headed off. “Should I ask about that?”
    Marguerite laughed nervously. “No. I would definitely prefer that you didn’t.”
    His scowl only increased as he handed her the flowers and candy. “I got these for you.”
    It was so strangely corny and clichéd, and yet it made her heart pound that he had done it. No man had ever