Page 18 of Green Lights and Obsession
His arm moved to her lower back as he led them to the bar.
Her eyes moved up to him as they approached the bartender. “Dance with me after the drink.”
“Of course.” He’d do anything to keep that smile on her face. He gestured for two glasses of champagne before an obnoxious laugh came from farther down the bar.
Daisy stiffened next to him before slowly looking past him. The scoff from her lips was so quiet he nearly questioned if he’d heard it. Then she shook her head in disbelief before relaxing into his shadow.
“I should’ve guessed it was a redhead. The man clearly has a type,” she whispered.
Jay took a glance at the couple in question. A larger man with dark hair and a red mask stood with a redheaded woman with a matching red mask. They were all over each other. Realization struck at Daisy’s comment.
The couple in question was Daisy’s husband and his mistress. He hadn’t met Tom Buchanan and had zero desire to do so. The way the couple were groping one another wasn’t kind to any eyes at this charity event. He led Daisy away from the bar.
She glanced back once as they walked with glasses in hand. “I don’t know why it’s shocking. I knew it was happening.” She shook her head.
“It’s different witnessing.” His arm moved around her waist as they moved down a small hallway and away from the act.
“Yeah but-” she started.
“No.” Jay backed her into a closet. He put both of their glasses down before he had his hands at her neck and crashed his lips to hers. He tongue pressed at the seam of her lips until he could deepen their kiss. Then pulled back, nipped at her bottom lip, and looked into her eyes. “Who are you with right now?”
She sighed. “You.”
“Do we need to leave or do you want to blend in and dance with me?” His gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips and back up again. “Be with me when you’re with me.”
Daisy stared at him before her eyes lit up.
“Well?”
She shook her head.
“Daisy, an answer.” His voice hardened.
“What if we have a little fun in here first?” She teased.
“No. I gave you two options.” Her hands moved to cup him from outside his pants, but he grabbed her hands and forced them behind her back. “Enough.”
She pouted and rolled her eyes.
He leaned in close to her ear to whisper. “Don’t think because you have a tattoo healing on one cheek, that I can’t turn the other one red. Keep it up, baby.”
“What if I want that?” The question came out breathless.
“Oh, Daisy darling.” He pulled back to look in her eyes. “You don’t know what you want, I do. Let’s go share a dance and a drink with friends.”
He could practically see the eye roll behind his back as he carefully led them out of that closet and towards the crowded dance floor. Jay had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last of her that night. She was more of a brat than he remembered, and his hand was itching to correct some of that behavior.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DAISY
At some point she’d crossed a line. It was like a switch went off in her brain and she couldn’t stop. Between Jay not being down for a little fun after pushing her into that closet to seeing her husband with his mistress, she was craving attention.
So, she pushed.
She pushed and talked back at every chance. Then she was left with the realization of what she’d been doing all evening. Until they were alone. They’d said goodbye to Jordan and Nick, even though she tried to get them to stay. Jay told them goodnight and they left, as simple as that. Now, Jay stood with the front door open. He was waiting for her to enter the house.
The only thing keeping her breathing was knowing she could stay in the central areas of the home. His staff was always moving around and taking care of things. She took slow steps inside the foyer, then heard the door close and lock behind her. Her eyes moved around the room once she realized how quiet it was.
