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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is fiction, I do not know Gordon Ramsay and I make no money off this story!

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Wednesday, June 26th, 2013
We arrive at the Santa Monica pier in no time at all. The truck helps to lower our fishing boat into the water. Chef Ramsay takes the helm, steering us backward slowly until the boat is safely into the water.
Red peers carefully over the edge of the boat, "This is my first time being on a boat. Actually, this is my first time seeing the ocean, too," she nervously states to no one in particular, eyes locked onto the endlessly deep blue water.
Dave saunters up to Red and taps her shoulder, breaking her daze.
"You know Red, I'm a really good swimmer. If you fall in, you'll be fine, I've got you!" Dave makes a Superman pose and smiles at her.
She looks even more afraid, however. "I wasn't even thinking about falling in! Is that going to happen? Does that happen often? Oh God..." She starts wringing her hands together.
Dave deflates, then sits down next to her, "aw Red, I didn't mean to scare you. I thought that's what you were worried about is all," he mumbles.
After that exchange, I know that Red is probably going to be paralyzed for the remainder of however long we are going to be out fishing.
"(Y/N)?" comes Chef Ramsay's voice from the cockpit of the boat. I quickly make my way to him.
"Yes, Chef?" I ask.
"Would you mind being a dear and grabbing the bait and tackle box from the cabin? We need to start getting everyone's lines baited," he requests, his blue eyes still steady on the ocean before him.
"Of course Chef, I'll go get it now," I respond, making my way below deck. The ship isn't that large, and below deck, I can't make out any camera crew. This is my chance!
Hurriedly, I open the note that Ramsay had secretly given me. On it was a single question,
"Are you single?" written in fine penmanship.
My eyes widen and my heart begins to pound. Is this for real? It was such a small gesture and reminds me of being in middle school passing notes. Though, with all the cameras, this is probably the best way for him to ask. But why me? Isn't he married, anyway? I have so many questions and no real way to answer them. Or answer him! How am I going to respond to this without drawing attention? Oh good God, my face is heating up.
Should I even answer him? What would he hope to get out of this anyways?
Pondering my options, I search for the bait and tackle box.
After about a minute, I find the box and take hold of it. My heart is still pounding out of my chest.
I decide that I will respond to him. After all, he wouldn't have asked me if he didn't have a plan...
With new resolve, I make my way back to the cockpit of the ship. This time, Ramsay turns to look at me over his shoulder. When his eyes lock on mine, I slowly and purposefully shake my head 'yes'. Almost immediately, I see a fire behind his eyes ignite. Walking towards him, I hold out the tackle box.
"Thank you, darling," his voice purrs. He takes the box from my hands and gives me a knowing gaze before brushing past me to the deck of the ship.
"Everyone, please come grab some bait! We'll need to catch as many fish as possible so please don't be wasteful. Does everyone know how to hook a worm?" he asks.
There is a mixture of "Yes" and "No"s.
"Right, for those of you that don't know how to do this, it's really quite easy," Ramsay says as he grabs a worm and threads it through the hook cleanly.
Bella gasped, "but, that worm is alive!!" she nearly shrieks.
"Well yes, that's what attracts the fish," Ramsay states.
Bella looks almost green, "someone is going to have to hook my line for me."
Dylan, eager to help, makes his way over to Bella and hooks a worm for her. Bella coquettishly looks at Dylan while twirling her hair between her fingers,
"thank you, handsome. You'll help me hook each of these yucky worms, won't you?"
Entranced, Dylan nods his head.
"Thank you baby." She smiles and blows a kiss to Dylan. He goes red immediately and nods, gulping.
Ramsay rolls his eyes,
"Right, now let's all cast our lines and get to catching tomorrow's fresh fish dinner!" He claps his hands together.
Throughout the entire time we are fishing, I keep stealing glances at Ramsay. Usually, he is nonchalantly steering the boat through the ocean waters. But once or twice our eyes lock, and I can feel an intensity in his gaze that I'd never felt from anyone before.
Occasionally he heads out onto the deck with us to examine the fish we catch and names the species for us. Each time one of us would catch a fish, we'd cheer for one another.
Bella is making herself known, carousing among the men and flirting up a storm. She especially seems to have Dylan and Dave worked up over her. Jay also watches Bella closely, but I'm not sure if it is because he desires her attention as well, or because he is enjoying the spectacle that is Bella's non-stop toying with the other men.
She walks over to Dave and stands next to him, watching him fish and completely ignoring her own pole. She touches his arm and Dave leans against the side of the boat in an effort to look cool, which is immediately thwarted by his line reeling out of control. He races to his fishing rod, but it is too late- the line snaps as soon as he takes the pole in his hand.
"Oh, come on..." Ramsay groans as he turns to see a bewildered Dave holding a pole with no fishing line.
"Sorry Chef..." Dave responds, defeated.
Bella laughs haughtily, saunters over to Dylan and whispers something in his ear. They both began to laugh. Dave looks hurt.
"Well, go on and get a new fishing line. You don't get a free pass for being lazy watching your rod," Gordon points to the tackle box, and Dave goes to retrieve a new line from it.
"And you, Bella, I wouldn't have expected you to be one to ignore a pole. Get on it, right?" He motions for her to return to her fishing rod while she bows her head in embarrassment.
"Yes Chef..." she quietly mumbles.
Shortly thereafter, my line starts tugging wildly. I try to reel it in, but it is tugging so viciously it was all I could do to keep the line from reeling further out. After a bit of a struggle, I have everyone's eyes on me. The fish still won't reel in, and I worry about snapping the line.
Suddenly, I feel a warm torso behind me.
"Here, love, let me." Ramsay's breath tickles my neck and sends shivers down my spine. He reaches for the fishing rod and I am nearly squeezed between his arms.
"Y-yes Chef," I manage to say, scooting out of the way just in the nick of time before he would have surely enveloped me.
Expertly, Chef Ramsay reels in the fish and catches it in a net.
"My my, (Y/N)! This is a delicious white sea bass. Absolutely excellent!" He beams at me.
Everyone else comes up to inspect the fish and cheers. Ramsay then takes the fish to the coolers below deck.
"Nice work, (Y/N)!" Taylor pops up next to me, startling me a bit.
"Thanks, Taylor," I respond, a bit out of breath from my close encounter with Ramsay's embrace.
The rest of the fishing trip went by swiftly. Red managed to pull in a fish even larger than my white sea bass with the help of Dave, who proudly showed the fish off as "Red's catch-o-the-day" (too much blushing from Red) before taking it below deck to the coolers.
As the sun makes it to about 3/4s across the sky, Ramsay pulls our fishing boat into port.
"Well done everyone, I hope you all are ready for the upcoming cleaning, gutting and filleting challenge." He mischievously grins as the boat reels onto the transport truck. Already sore from pulling in fish all day, pretty much everyone groans at the realization that the work is only halfway done.
I, on the other hand, am unable to feel anything but elation and anticipation. Ramsay's eyes pass over me once again, and I feel as if a hot poker has been driven into my chest.
This is going to be a very interesting next few weeks in Hell.
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