Page 30 of Green Lights and Obsession
“Where are you going?” The guard cleared his throat from where he’d been standing outside her room door.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” She moved the ice bucket to the other arm. “I’m just going to get some ice.” She walked away and looked over her shoulder.
A large out-of-order sign was on the ice machine but showed there was another one on the floor below or above them in working order. She walked back down the hall towards the elevators and noticed the guard walking back into his room.
Perhaps he finally realized she was safe and wasn’t going to do anything crazy. She wanted to be here. She rolled her eyes at the thought and relaxed.
It had been the wrong move. Right before she could turn into the little cove where the collection of elevators awaited, a hand was over her mouth and her body was pulled against someone.
She moved to hit her assailant with the ice bucket, but froze.
That smell.
The lingering smell of his favorite cigar mixed with his cologne and something so uniquely him. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Daisy would’ve given anything for it to be a dream; reality couldn’t happen like this. He wasn’t supposed to be here. If he was here, the threat against his safety still existed.
“My darling, Daisy.” His voice both warmed her and sent shivers down her spine.
What the fuck was he doing here?
She was pulled into what she assumed was his room before he spun her and practically slammed her back against the wall. The bucket dropped from her hand as his hand moved to her neck and tightened. Like a reflex she wished she didn’t have… she melted. His hard body pressed against her and his other hand gripped her waist.
Her hands rested on his arms and she kept her eyes closed. She couldn’t look at him. She didn’t want to. Daisy didn’t want to face him again. Maybe in another world, but not in this lifetime. Not when she knew how easy it was to give in to anything he asked of her.
Jay Gatsby wasn’t just the one that got away, he was her greatest weakness.
“Open your eyes.” His voice was soft next to her ear.
She shook her head.
“Now.” Jay’s voice held that command to it. The one that she fought hard against.
She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and felt his grip tighten on her throat. Her eyes flew open to see his blazing into hers. A blue hell fire she wouldn’t wish upon her greatest enemy.
“Why would you send that word?”
“It’s your name.”
His grip tightened.
“It’s over.” She swallowed against his grip.
He released her and took a step back. His hand moved through his hair before he laughed. “We’re far from over, Daisy. We’ll never be over.”
Daisy took a step away from the wall and towards the door. “What are you even doing here?”
He was on her before she could even think of walking out of his hotel room. One hand cupping the back of her head and the other slowly tracing its way down her side. Her waist. Hips. “I will always come for you.”
“No, Jay.” She shook her head. “This can’t be anything. I’m married.”
“An arrangement I know you don’t want.” Jay’s hand moved between her legs and came closer and closer to her center.
“Gats-”
“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” He interrupted her. His finger brushed against her panties. “Don’t pretend this is something either one of us can walk away from.”
She opened her mouth to say it again.
Gatsby.
