GIDEON’S CHOSEN LOCATION was paradi

GIDEON’S CHOSEN LOCATION was paradise. His pilot took us over the Windward Islands, flying low over the impossibly beautiful blue waters of the tranquil Caribbean into a private airport not far from our ultimate destination, the Crosswinds resort.
We were both still pretty shell-shocked when the plane landed. Gideon had had the orgasm of his life, after all. We had our passports stamped with our hair still wet, our hands linked tightly together. We hardly spoke, either to each other or to anyone else. I think we were both too raw.
We slid into a waiting limousine and Gideon poured himself a stiff drink. His face gave nothing away, his guard up and impenetrable. I shook my head when he held up the crystal decanter in silent query.
He settled on the seat beside me and put his arm around my shoulders.
I snuggled into him, draping my legs over his lap. “Are we okay?”
He pressed a hard kiss to my forehead. “Yes.”
“I love you.”
“I know.” He tossed back his drink and set the empty tumbler in a cup holder.
We didn’t say anything else on the long drive from the airport to the resort. It was dark by the time we arrived, but the open-air lobby was brightly lit. Framed by lush potted plants and decorated in dark woods and colorful ceramic tiles, the front desk welcomed guests with a carefree yet elegant style.
The hotel manager was waiting on the circular front drive as we rolled to a stop. His appearance was immaculate, his smile wide. He was clearly excited to have Gideon in residence and doubly so that Gideon knew his name—Claude.
Claude spoke animatedly, as we followed along behind him with our hands linked firmly together. No one could tell from looking at Gideon how intimate and exposed to each other we’d been only an hour or so before. While my hair had dried in a messy mop, his looked as gorgeous and sexy as ever. His suit was perfectly pressed and beautifully worn, while my dress looked a little limp after the long day. My makeup had washed off in the shower, leaving me pale with the remnants of raccoon eyes.
Yet Gideon’s possessiveness toward me was clear in the way he gripped me, and how he steered me into our suite in front of him with his hand at the small of my back. He made me feel safe and accepted, even though he was in his work persona and I wasn’t at my best, which reflected on him.
I loved him for that.
I just wished he weren’t so quiet. It made me worry. And it totally made me doubt my decision to push him after he’d told me to stop more than once. What the hell did I know about what he needed to get better?
As the manager continued to talk to Gideon, I moved slowly through the massive living area, with its wide-open terrace and white couches spread across bamboo floors. The master bedroom was equally impressive, with a large bed framed by mosquito netting and another open terrace that led directly to a private swimming pool with an infinity edge that made it look like part of the shimmering ocean just beyond it.
A warm breeze blew in, kissing my face and sifting through my hair. The rising moon cast a trail over the ocean, and the distant sounds of laughter and reggae made me feel isolated in a way that wasn’t quite pleasant.
Nothing was right when Gideon was off.
“Do you like it?” he asked quietly.
I turned to face him and heard the front door shut in the other room. “It’s fantastic.”
He gave a curt nod. “I ordered dinner in. Tilapia and rice, some fresh fruit and cheese.”
“Awesome. I’m starving.”
“There are clothes for you in the closet and drawers. You’ll find bikinis, too, but the pool and beach are private, so you don’t need them unless you want them. If there’s anything missing, just let me know and we’ll get it brought in.”
I stared at him, noting the several feet between us. His eyes glittered in the soft light cast by the dimmed cam lighting and bedside table lamps. He was edgy and distant, and I felt tears building in the back of my throat.
“Gideon …” I held my hand out to him. “Did I make a mistake? Did I break something between us?”
“Angel.” He sighed. He came close enough to catch my hand and lift it to his lips. Up close I could see how his gaze darted away, as if he had a hard time looking at me. A sick feeling settled in my gut. “Crossfire.”
The one word came out so low, I almost thought I’d imagined it. Then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me sweetly.
“Ace.” Pushing onto my tiptoes, I cupped the back of his neck and kissed him back with everything I had.
He pulled away too quickly. “Let’s change for dinner before it gets here. I could stand being in less clothes.”
I stepped back reluctantly, acknowledging that he had to be hot in his suit, but still sensing that something wasn’t right. That feeling worsened when Gideon left the room to change and I realized we wouldn’t be sharing the same bedroom.
I kicked off my shoes in the walk-in closet that was filled with way too many clothes for a weekend trip. Most were white. Gideon liked me in white. I suspected it was because he thought of me as his angel.
Did he still think of me that way now? Or was I the devil? A selfish bitch who made him face demons he’d rather forget?
I changed into a simple cotton slip dress in black, which matched my funereal mood. I felt like something had died between us.
Gideon and I had stumbled many times before, but I’d never felt this level of withdrawal from him. This discomfort and unease.
I’d felt it with other guys, when they were getting ready to tell me they didn’t want to see me anymore.
Dinner arrived and was neatly laid out on the terrace table overlooking the secluded beach. I saw a white tent cabana on the sand and remembered Gideon’s dream of us rolling around on a chaise for two by the water, making love.
My heart hurt.
I gulped two glasses of crisp, fruity white wine and went through the motions of eating, even though I’d lost my appetite. Gideon sat across from me in loose white linen drawstring pants and nothing else, which just made everything worse. He was so handsome, so goddamned sexy it was impossible not to stare at him. But he was miles away from me. A silent, forceful presence that made me want with every fiber of my soul.
The emotional gulf between us was growing. I couldn’t reach across it.
I pushed my plate away once I’d cleared it and realized Gideon had hardly eaten at all. He’d just forked his food around and helped me drain the bottle of wine.
Taking a deep breath, I told him, “I’m sorry. I should’ve … I didn’t …” I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered.
Shoving back from the table with a loud screech of the chair legs across the tile, I hurried away from the patio.
“Eva! Wait.”
My feet hit the warm sand and I ran toward the ocean, pulling my dress off and colliding with water that felt as hot as a bath. It was shallow for several feet, then dropped off suddenly, plunging me in below my head. I bent my knees and sank, grateful to be submerged and hidden as I cried.
The weightlessness soothed my heavy heart. My hair billowed around me and I felt the soft brush of fish as they darted past the invader in their silent, peaceful world.
Being yanked back into reality had me sputtering and flailing.
“Angel.” Gideon growled and took my mouth, kissing me hard and furious as he stalked out of the water and up the beach. He took me to the cabana and dropped me onto the chaise, covering me with his body before I fully caught my breath.
I was still dizzy when he groaned and said, “Marry me.”
But that wasn’t why I said, “Yes.”
GIDEON had gone into the water after me with his pants on. The soaked linen clung to my bare legs as he sprawled over me and kissed me as if he were dying of a thirst only I could quench. His hands were in my hair, holding me still. His mouth was frantic, his lips swollen like mine, his tongue greedy and possessive.
I lay beneath him unmoving. Shocked. My startled brain quickly caught up.
He’d been agonizing over popping the question, not because he was leaving me.
“Tomorrow,” he bit out, rubbing his cheek against mine. The first tingle of stubble roughened his jaw, the sensation jolting me into a deeper awareness of where we were and what he wanted.
“I—” My mind stuttered to a halt again.
“The word is yes, Eva.” He pushed up and stared down at me fiercely. “Real simple—yes.”
I swallowed hard. “We can’t get married tomorrow.”
“We can,” he said emphatically, “and we will. I need it, Eva. I need the vows, the legality … I’m going crazy without them.”
I felt the world spinning, like I was on one of those fun-house barrel rides that revolve so fast you’re stuck to the wall with centrifugal force when the floor drops away from your feet. “It’s too soon,” I protested.
“You can say that to me after the flight over?” he snapped. “You fucking own me, Eva. I’ll be damned if I don’t own you back.”
“I can’t breathe,” I gasped, inexplicably panicked.
Gideon rolled, pulling me on top of him, his arms banding around me. Possessing me. “You want this,” he insisted. “You love me.”
“I do, yes.” I dropped my forehead to his chest. “But you’re rushing into—”
“You think I’d ask you this on the fly? For God’s sake, Eva, you know me better than that. I’ve been planning this for weeks. It’s all I’ve thought about.”
“Gideon … we can’t just run off and elope.”
“The hell we can’t.”
“What about our families? Or friends?”
“We’ll get married again for them. I want that, too.” He brushed the wet hair off my cheek. “I want pictures of us in the newspapers, magazines … everywhere. But that will take months. I can’t wait that long. This is for us. We don’t have to tell anyone, if you don’t want. We can call it an engagement. It can be our secret.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

GIDEON pilihan lokasi adalah surga. Pilot nya membawa kami atas Kepulauan Windward, terbang rendah atas perairan biru mustahil indah Karibia tenang ke Bandara pribadi tidak jauh dari tujuan utama kita, Crosswinds resort.Kami berdua masih cukup terguncang ketika pesawat mendarat. Gideon telah orgasme hidupnya, setelah semua. Kami punya paspor kami dengan rambut kita masih basah, tangan kita terkait erat bersama-sama. Kami tidak berbicara, baik satu sama lain atau kepada orang lain. Saya pikir kami berdua terlalu mentah.Kami meluncur ke dalam sebuah limusin menunggu dan Gideon menuangkan sendiri minuman kaku. Wajahnya memberikan apa-apa, penjaga dan tak bisa ditembus. Saya menganggukkan kepala ketika ia mengangkat botol kristal dalam diam query.Dia duduk di kursi di samping saya dan meletakan tangannya di sekitar bahu saya.Aku meringkuk ke dalamnya, tergantung kakiku pangkuannya. "Apakah kita Oke?"Ia menekan keras ciuman dahiku. "Ya.""Aku mencintaimu.""Aku tahu." Dia melemparkan kembali minumannya dan mengatur tumbler kosong di dudukan cangkir.Kami tidak mengatakan apa pun di perjalanan panjang dari Bandara ke resor. Itu gelap pada saat kami tiba, namun lobi terbuka terang benderang. Dibingkai oleh tanaman pot yang subur dan didekorasi dalam gelap hutan dan berwarna-warni ubin keramik, Meja depan menyambut para tamu dengan gaya elegan namun riang.Manajer hotel menunggu pada drive depan melingkar seperti kita digulung berhenti. Penampilannya adalah rapi, senyum lebar. Ia sangat jelas bersemangat untuk memiliki Gideon di kediaman dan dua kali lipat sehingga Gideon mengetahui nama-Nya-Claude.Claude berbicara semangat, kita mengikuti sepanjang belakangnya dengan tangan kami terkait dengan tegas bersama-sama. Tidak ada seorangpun yang dapat kirim dari melihat Gideon seberapa intim dan terbuka satu sama lain kami telah hanya satu jam atau lebih sebelum. Sementara rambut saya telah kering di pel berantakan, nya tampak sebagai cantik dan seksi seperti biasa. Setelan adalah sempurna ditekan dan indah usang, sedangkan gaun saya tampak sedikit lemas setelah hari yang panjang. Makeup saya telah dibersihkan di kamar mandi, meninggalkan saya pucat dengan sisa-sisa rakun mata.Namun Gideon posesif ke arahku adalah jelas dalam cara yang ia mencengkeram saya, dan bagaimana dia mengarahkan saya ke suite kami depannya dengan tangan di kecil dari punggungku. Dia membuat saya merasa aman dan diterima, meskipun dia berada di nya persona pekerjaan dan aku tidak terbaik, yang tercermin pada dirinya.Aku mencintainya untuk itu.Saya hanya berharap ia tidak begitu tenang. Itu membuat saya khawatir. Dan itu benar-benar membuat saya meragukan keputusan saya untuk mendorong dia setelah dia telah menyuruh saya untuk berhenti lebih dari sekali. Apa sih yang saya tahu tentang apa yang ia butuhkan untuk mendapatkan lebih baik?Sebagai manajer terus berbicara kepada Gideon, saya perlahan-lahan bergerak melalui ruang tamu yang besar, dengan teras terbuka lebar dan putih sofa penyebaran lantai bambu. Kamar tidur utama adalah sama-sama mengesankan, dengan tempat tidur besar yang dibingkai oleh kelambu dan lain teras terbuka yang mengarah langsung ke kolam renang pribadi dengan infinity tepi yang membuatnya tampak seperti bagian dari Samudra yang berkilauan hanya di luar itu.Angin hangat bertiup, mencium wajahku dan memilah-milah rambut saya. Bulan terbit melemparkan jejak atas lautan, dan suara jauh tawa dan reggae yang membuat saya merasa terisolasi dengan cara yang tidak cukup menyenangkan.Tidak ada tepat ketika itu Gideon pergi."Apakah Anda seperti itu?" Dia bertanya pelan.Aku berbalik menghadapi dia dan mendengar depan pintu tertutup di ruangan lain. "Ini fantastis."Dia memberi mengangguk singkat. "Aku memesan makan malam di. Ikan nila dan beras, beberapa buah segar dan keju.""Awesome. Pegawai.""Ada pakaian untuk Anda dan lemari laci. Anda akan menemukan bikini, terlalu, tapi kolam renang dan pantai yang pribadi, sehingga Anda tidak membutuhkan mereka kecuali jika Anda ingin mereka. Jika ada sesuatu yang hilang, just let me know dan kita akan mendapatkan itu dibawa masuk."Aku menatap dia, mencatat beberapa kaki antara kami. Matanya berkilauan di cor cahaya lembut oleh pencahayaan redup cam dan lampu meja samping tempat tidur. Ia adalah tegang dan jauh, dan aku merasa air mata bangunan di bagian belakang tenggorokan saya."Gideon..." Aku mengulurkan tangan saya kepadanya. "Apakah saya membuat kesalahan? Apakah saya memecahkan sesuatu antara kami?""Malaikat." Dia menghela napas. Dia datang cukup dekat untuk menangkap tanganku dan mengangkatnya ke bibirnya. Dekat aku bisa melihat bagaimana dengan tatapan yang dituju, seolah-olah dia memiliki waktu sulit menatapku. Rasa sakit menetap di perutku. "Crossfire."Satu kata keluar begitu rendah, hampir berpikir saya membayangkan itu. Kemudian dia menarikku ke dalam tangannya dan mencium saya manis.“Ace.” Pushing onto my tiptoes, I cupped the back of his neck and kissed him back with everything I had.He pulled away too quickly. “Let’s change for dinner before it gets here. I could stand being in less clothes.”I stepped back reluctantly, acknowledging that he had to be hot in his suit, but still sensing that something wasn’t right. That feeling worsened when Gideon left the room to change and I realized we wouldn’t be sharing the same bedroom.I kicked off my shoes in the walk-in closet that was filled with way too many clothes for a weekend trip. Most were white. Gideon liked me in white. I suspected it was because he thought of me as his angel.Did he still think of me that way now? Or was I the devil? A selfish bitch who made him face demons he’d rather forget?I changed into a simple cotton slip dress in black, which matched my funereal mood. I felt like something had died between us.Gideon and I had stumbled many times before, but I’d never felt this level of withdrawal from him. This discomfort and unease.I’d felt it with other guys, when they were getting ready to tell me they didn’t want to see me anymore.Dinner arrived and was neatly laid out on the terrace table overlooking the secluded beach. I saw a white tent cabana on the sand and remembered Gideon’s dream of us rolling around on a chaise for two by the water, making love.My heart hurt.I gulped two glasses of crisp, fruity white wine and went through the motions of eating, even though I’d lost my appetite. Gideon sat across from me in loose white linen drawstring pants and nothing else, which just made everything worse. He was so handsome, so goddamned sexy it was impossible not to stare at him. But he was miles away from me. A silent, forceful presence that made me want with every fiber of my soul.The emotional gulf between us was growing. I couldn’t reach across it.I pushed my plate away once I’d cleared it and realized Gideon had hardly eaten at all. He’d just forked his food around and helped me drain the bottle of wine.Taking a deep breath, I told him, “I’m sorry. I should’ve … I didn’t …” I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered.Shoving back from the table with a loud screech of the chair legs across the tile, I hurried away from the patio.“Eva! Wait.”My feet hit the warm sand and I ran toward the ocean, pulling my dress off and colliding with water that felt as hot as a bath. It was shallow for several feet, then dropped off suddenly, plunging me in below my head. I bent my knees and sank, grateful to be submerged and hidden as I cried.The weightlessness soothed my heavy heart. My hair billowed around me and I felt the soft brush of fish as they darted past the invader in their silent, peaceful world.Being yanked back into reality had me sputtering and flailing.“Angel.” Gideon growled and took my mouth, kissing me hard and furious as he stalked out of the water and up the beach. He took me to the cabana and dropped me onto the chaise, covering me with his body before I fully caught my breath.I was still dizzy when he groaned and said, “Marry me.”But that wasn’t why I said, “Yes.”GIDEON had gone into the water after me with his pants on. The soaked linen clung to my bare legs as he sprawled over me and kissed me as if he were dying of a thirst only I could quench. His hands were in my hair, holding me still. His mouth was frantic, his lips swollen like mine, his tongue greedy and possessive.I lay beneath him unmoving. Shocked. My startled brain quickly caught up.He’d been agonizing over popping the question, not because he was leaving me.“Tomorrow,” he bit out, rubbing his cheek against mine. The first tingle of stubble roughened his jaw, the sensation jolting me into a deeper awareness of where we were and what he wanted.“I—” My mind stuttered to a halt again.“The word is yes, Eva.” He pushed up and stared down at me fiercely. “Real simple—yes.”I swallowed hard. “We can’t get married tomorrow.”“We can,” he said emphatically, “and we will. I need it, Eva. I need the vows, the legality … I’m going crazy without them.”I felt the world spinning, like I was on one of those fun-house barrel rides that revolve so fast you’re stuck to the wall with centrifugal force when the floor drops away from your feet. “It’s too soon,” I protested.“You can say that to me after the flight over?” he snapped. “You fucking own me, Eva. I’ll be damned if I don’t own you back.”
“I can’t breathe,” I gasped, inexplicably panicked.
Gideon rolled, pulling me on top of him, his arms banding around me. Possessing me. “You want this,” he insisted. “You love me.”
“I do, yes.” I dropped my forehead to his chest. “But you’re rushing into—”
“You think I’d ask you this on the fly? For God’s sake, Eva, you know me better than that. I’ve been planning this for weeks. It’s all I’ve thought about.”
“Gideon … we can’t just run off and elope.”
“The hell we can’t.”
“What about our families? Or friends?”
“We’ll get married again for them. I want that, too.” He brushed the wet hair off my cheek. “I want pictures of us in the newspapers, magazines … everywhere. But that will take months. I can’t wait that long. This is for us. We don’t have to tell anyone, if you don’t want. We can call it an engagement. It can be our secret.”