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Five Hundred Miles

Five Hundred Miles

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 8, 2015
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500 MILES "GIDEON, no." I warn him. He clings to me tightly, dipping his head into my hair. He smells weird, is that alcohol? "You're drunk. Again." It seems more like I'm muttering to myself. "I miss you, Maple." Gideon groans. I can't help but feel the vibration of his chest against mine. "No, Gi--Sir, you're drunk. Let me help you." I push him away with my best effort, half dragging him down the stairs and to the couch in the dining. He stumbles a little, but I manage to keep him in put. I dump him on the sofa, and when I'm ready to leave, Gideon pulls me back. Yelping, I land on his lap. "Where do you think you're going, princess?" His breath tickles my spine. For a moment I'm glad that he's drunk, so he won't see me flush. "Maple?" I get caught off guard when he calls me that. No one calls me that anymore, after Joshua left the orphanage. I changed my name, identity, everything that makes me think of him. I'm not Maple Johnson anymore, but why? Why is my boss calling me that? "Who are you?" I breathe. Gideon scoffs, but pulls me even closer, causing my breath to hitch. "It doesn't matter, princess." "No, NO." I push him away from me, ignoring the desire inside of me. I can't let him take advantage when he's drunk. I dust my plain garment and adjust my hair before I turn to go. "Everyday, Maple." Gideon's voice halts my footsteps. "I think of you everyday. When I close my eyes, all I see is that beautiful green eyes of yours, that angelic smile you put on. I want you, so badly it hurts. I'm only afraid that you don't want me anymore." And all I can do is stare at him. Would he ever learn? - It's time for Maple Johnson, the orphan from New Mexico to meet the real world. When she meets Gideon Camerons, a cocky man she definitely doesn't want to like, she is employed by him to be his housekeeper. However, things happen faster than she can imagine. Will she be able to handle the heat? - Sequel of the story: Five Hundred Kisses (Nat & Derek) GENERISSHADOWHUNTER
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