Phoenix didn’t want to stare, but he couldn’t believe his eyes. The guy that opened the door was drop-dead gorgeous, and his eyes, though beautiful, were not settled, but alive with interest for the one who had dared call on him. It was as if Phoenix were looking into the eyes of a restrained tiger that might get loose at any moment. His green eyes gave out a lustrous sparkle and hinted at the unrestrained passion and dark hunger of the beast below the skin.
As Phoenix continued to stare at him, slowly his eyes settled and seemed to grow calm. Now their effect changed. They reminded Phoenix of a cool forest pool under the shade of an ancient oak. He had an individual arrogance with curling lips that gave his face a hint of beauty like none Phoenix had ever seen. His hair was dark and long
