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'My Darling'	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 1768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know and have never met Gordon Ramsay in real life. This is a work of fiction, none of this ever happened! No profit will be made from this and this is just for fun.

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Author’s Note: All sorts of stuff going on this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy what I have planned.

Chapter Two: Fixing Problems and Making New Ones

    The next day went along as if nothing had happened, with the exception of the fact she had awoken in a world class chef’s arms. Needless to say, she had run out of the room as soon as she was dressed; wanting to avoid talking to him so soon after they had sex. Being that it was her first one night stand, Jade found herself a bit at a loss for how to handle it. Avoidance seemed much easier so she went right to the reception desk to resume her duties. Unfortunately, she didn’t account for the fact Ramsay would still be here.
    As she was checking in a new couple coming into the Inn, the chef was coming down the stairs; straightening his clothes as his cameraman ran behind him. As soon as his eyes landed on her, she felt herself freeze. He had a very slight frown on his lined face, his lips pursed as he watched her take the new guests’ names into the guestbook. “Thank you for you patronage! We hope you enjoy your stay,” she chirruped, stiffening just slightly when he began to close the distance.
    “Good morning my darling. I just finished an interview with the Dotellos about their son. After a review of the kitchens last night, I can say with confidence that I know what the problem is. That man Anton doesn’t seem to care about anything but getting high. You also need a lot more hands as well as some good advertising. Other than that, things seem to be fine here. Thankfully, the Dotellos are willing to enact any changes I put into place,” he declared, his eyes focused on her and practically glueing her to the spot.
    “Let me guess, Anton will be the only problem,” she sighed out, avoiding his gaze to put the guestbook back in its place. She didn’t notice Ramsay dismiss his cameraman while she was distracted.
    “Yes, he’s made it quite clear he doesn’t intend to give up his position without a chance to ‘prove’ himself,” complained the celebrity lingering behind her counter. She could feel him edging closer to her as she straightened and she felt her heart begin to pound as she turned her head to meet his gaze. When she saw they were alone, her anxiety only increased and she began to look for escape routes.
    The british cook seemed to realize this, trapping her with his body as well as his strong arms. Slightly hurt blue eyes locked onto hers as he seemed on the verge of saying something. Thankfully, it was at that point the bell for the front door rang and she had to go back to work. This, of course, made Gordon back off; giving her one last look out of the corner of his eyes before he was heading into the dining room. Signing in the people that just came in, she couldn’t help but look at where he had went; her heart clenching painfully in her chest. It had almost looked like he was upset she hadn’t stayed with him, an assumption that made no logical sense.
    Unfortunately, things slowed down after those three guests; leaving her with nothing to distract her from herself. Already, she was beginning to berate herself for her behavior last night. She had known full well she wouldn’t be able to just have a night of sex without hurting herself. The feelings she had harbored for him before had only been magnified by the act, leaving her with this terrible wrenching feeling where her heart should be. The worst part was, she only had herself to blame and she knew it.
    Heaving a sigh, she wiped down her counter before heading into the dining room to check on preparations for the breakfast rush. As soon as she entered the room, however, she heard a large din coming from the kitchen and felt her heart sink. From the sounds of it, Anton was likely throwing around pans after finding out he would likely get fired if his cooking wasn’t up to par. Sad thing was, Jade knew it was. There was once a time where the young man had as much passion as Ramsay himself, pushing everyone in the kitchen to newer and better heights. Sadly, it hadn’t taken very long for the energy to fall.
    Like so many others that ended up working for their parents, the twenty-one year old had gotten complacent. He seemed to think his parents would never fire him, even if it meant saving their livelihood. Unfortunately for him, the rest of the staff didn’t agree. Everyone working loved the Dotellos like their own family, the older couple being unerringly sweet and friendly with everyone. They made sure the staff got breaks as well as good pay and they even made homemade meals for them every now and then. It was, by far, one of the best places to work; feeling more like a family. If Anton were to be forced out, there was no one here that would see it as a loss with the exception of his parents.
    Sighing and not really looking forward to seeing what was happening, Jade moved into the kitchen. What she saw came very close to making her faint. Everything had been trashed, the pots pans, and utensils were strewn all over. The ovens had been torn free of the walls and food was currently being tossed out of the walk-in fridge and into the kitchen while Rebecca, Beth and Carlos watched in stunned horror. “Th’fuck ya think you’re doing, you donkey? You cook shite and then you throw a *benny like a child when I tell you so!” screamed a familiar, British accented voice from the back.
    “You wouldn’t know something good if ya shat it out yourself you pomped up limey!” screamed Anton, the slur he used making her heart drop into her stomach. If he insulted Ramsay enough that he left, this Inn would die and the Dotellos would be bankrupt.
    Without thinking, she was moving forward; rage broiling inside her as she laid eyes on the spoiled brat throwing away his parent’s lives. “Anton!” she snapped, getting the attention of both men by accident. Keeping her eyes fixed on the younger male, Jade strode up to him and slapped him hard.
“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?! Your parents have given everything just to keep this place afloat and you’re willing to just throw it all away because you can’t hack it anymore. Well, tough! I’m sick of seeing you run us into the ground and, from the looks of it, you’ve lost your final chance. Get the fuck out of here and let us clean this up before lunch starts and we’re in even deeper shit than we are, thanks to you!” she snarled, standing toe to toe with the taller man as he glowered down at her.
    In a swift motion, he was grabbing a fistful of her hair to yank her head back; sneering down at her as her eyes watered. Gordon made a move to intervene but stopped when Jade held up a hand. “You don’t know anything! I was what kept this place going! I am the lifeblood of this place and some trumped up foreigner isn’t gonna tell me I’m not gonna work here!” he spat, tightening his grip until she let out a small mewl of pain.
    That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, Ramsay grabbing the younger man by the throat to slam him against the wall. Blue eyes flaring with a fury she had never seen, the Scottish born male brought his face inches from Anton’s as he lifted him easily. “You need to calm down mate, you hear me? I will not just stand here and watch while you abuse a woman and fling insults at me. From what I’ve seen, I’m more than justified in my decision. Now, I suggest you go on upstairs before I am forced to phone the police. I will be up myself to tell your parents what happened,” bit out the furious chef before he was slowly lowering the other man to the floor.
    As soon as he was free, Anton was running; muttering swear words under his breath. Once he was gone, Gordon was turning to Jade; fury slowly leaving for deep concern as he saw she was rubbing the top of her head with a pained expression. “I knew he was a jerk but I never thought he’d go that far,” she murmured, her voice slightly shaky as tears stood in her emerald eyes. Pursing his lips, Ramsay closed the distance in two large steps; his strong arms pulling her into a tight hug.
    “Shhh luv. You’re alright now, yes? Do you need some time off?” he murmured, the generalness of his statements reminding her they were on camera at the moment.
    “No Chef, I just need a few minutes to get myself together. Then I can help get this place cleaned in time for lunch. I just hope we have a small rush. I highly doubt a lot of the food he tossed out will be useable,” she responded, backing out of his hold with a grateful expression. When she saw the frustrated look he was giving her in return, she nearly stopped moving altogether.
    “I’ll be out back for a few. I’ll go tell Becca to watch my post for me while I get myself together,” Jade declared, rushing out of the room as fast as she could.
    Left alone with the cameraman, Ramsay made a vicious cutting motion; waiting until the little recording light was off to run a shaky hand through his already tousled hair. Then he was kicking one of the empty pots across the room, letting out a series of quiet curses as his hands curled into tight fists. Taking a deep breath, he closed his furious eyes as he tried to calm himself enough to go back out to help. Yet, all he could think about was what had happened earlier with Anton. Seeing the other man treating Jade so abusively had struck an extremely protective chord in him and he found it hard not to simply knock the little arse’s head in. “You okay boss?” his constant shadow asked, lowering the heavy camera off his shoulder.
    “No, Dave. No, I’m not. Do me a favor, yeah? Go on out there and start filming the clean-up. I need a moment,” Gordon growled, his muscular frame shaking slightly as he fought to reign in his fierce temper.
    Sitting outside the kitchen and staring at the clouds passing by, Jade sobbed as quietly as she could. In all her life, she had never been manhandled like that. Before Gordon had stepped in, she had seriously thought Anton was going to strike her. Just thinking about it made her want to shake all over and break down in earnest. “Jade? Oh honey, I didn’t want to believe it...,” came an elderly female voice before she was bundled into a hug that brought down her carefully built walls. Thankfully Sophia Dotello seemed to understand, hushing her as she pet the younger woman’s hair. Neither of them noticed the figure watching from the doorway.
    An hour or so later and lunch was finally winding down, allowing Raven to trade places with Rebecca again. It was at that point Ramsay called a meeting, the staff as well as the Dotellos filing into the dining room. “Right, we’ve just begun to improve things around here. All I’ve really done is cut the fat. Tonight, I want you all to pull together and give it your all for dinner service,” he announced, earning a few uneasy murmurs.
    “Don’t worry, all the equipment in the kitchen will be replaced before then. For now, let’s focus on getting more guests into the Inn, yeah?” he continued, earning a few enthusiastic cheers from the staff before they dispersed to go back to their jobs. Only Jade remained behind, shifting nervously in place as she avoided the michelin starred chef’s eyes.
    “Th-thank you... for replacing all the stuff as well as earlier. I never thought he’d go that far,” she whispered, barely loud enough to hear.
    Making a snap decision, Gordon motioned his cameraman to leave; making sure he was off somewhere else before he made his move. Walking toward the humble woman, he wrapped her in a tight embrace before placing a kiss on the top of her head. “If you hadn’t stopped me, I’d have moved a lot sooner. No man has any right to do that to a lady, especially not one I find myself quite attracted to,” he sighed, a slight edge to his voice as he leaned back enough to look her in the face.
    Blushing heavily as her eyes widened, Jade bordered between disbelief and heartbreaking hope. “Ch-chef?” she stuttered out in an unsure voice, sucking in a sharp breath when he shook his head vehemently. Next thing she knew, his lips were covering hers in a passionate kiss; his tongue easily plying hers open as a hand came up to cup the back of her head.
    “Gordon, remember darling? Even with the cameras on, I want you to call me Gordon. Please,” rumbled his rough, throaty voice as he broke the kiss. Then he was releasing her to walk back out into the lobby, leaving her to wonder if that had really happened.
    The rest of the day went by in typical fashion. Every now and then a customer would trickle in for either a room or a meal but, for the most part, things were dead quiet. Sighing slightly, Jade began to brainstorm just what to do to help advertise this place. Several ideas already came to mind, from a sign waver to an ad spot on the TV. All of them seemed good and would help in their own way but they required money that just wasn’t there. The only other way she could think of was actually going down the street with a sign board draped on her body to round up customers. Of course she would have to have free samples of the food to drive interest but she didn’t see that part being a problem. So, with a quick glance to make sure Ramsay hadn’t returned yet, Jade left her post to see if either Vigo or Sophia had a sign board somewhere.
    Hours later and she was walking down the street with a tray, using her innate charm to draw in people to try her samples. Samples she had cooked herself before going on this trek. Thankfully, so far everyone seemed to love the food; asking where the restaurant was and assuring her they would be making reservations. Things were going so well she had already filled the restaurant for the first and second waves of dinner service. So, handing off the last of her samples, she turned to make her way back to the Inn; more than a little shocked to see Gordon Ramsay heading toward her from that direction at a fast clip.
    Blinking in astonishment, she moved to meet him halfway; vaguely wondering if she had done something wrong by taking the initiative. As she got closer to him, however, she only saw a deep fear on his wrinkled features. “Jade! I’m so glad I found you luv! When they told me you had gone out alone I about had a panic attack,” he gasped out, pulling the silly board over her head before enveloping her in his arms.
    “If anything had happened to you, I would have never... You should have brought someone with you! Like Rebecca, Beth or even Carlos. Going out alone was extremely dangerous,” the celebrity continued, not seeming to care that he was still live on the air.
    Staring at the cameraman that had followed him, the receptionist tried to extricate herself from his hold; only to have him tighten it. “Gordon, the camera...,” she tried.
    “Fuck the camera right now, alright?! I had no idea where you had gone or even if you possibly needed help. I was so scared darling,” he growled, his voice holding a slight hint of desperation as he pressed a kiss to her temple.
    “Its broad daylight as well as a crowded street, I highly doubt anyone would have even tried anything. Besides, I managed to fill both waves of dinner service tonight,” Jade responded, feeling a blush flush over her entire body as Ramsay kept kissing her; eventually landing one on her cheek.
    After a few more minutes, the TV star released her to regain his composure; running a shaky hand through his blonde hair. “That may be true but we’re in a pretty bad part of the city. Anything could have happened. While I’m glad you managed to get some business, you can’t just keep doing this. Next time, at least bring a partner with you for safety,” he requested, seeming to not care that all of this was being recorded live.
    “Well, alright. I’m sure Beth will be willing to go with me once...,” she began, stopping when she found herself reminded of the fact this would likely be her last day with this man. A man she had formed a scarily fast attachment to.
    Gordon also seemed disturbed by the reminder, grimacing as he shifted uncomfortably; casting a side glance to the camera before dismissing the man to go back to the restaurant. As soon as the guy was out of earshot, he was taking Jade’s arm in a gentle grip; pulling her into a near-by alleyway so they could have some privacy. The young woman could only stare up at him, looking nervous as well as a bit confused. Before she could say anything he was bringing up his arms to trap her while pressing against her with his body. An odd mixture of emotions shown in his blue eyes as he seemed to struggle with himself. “Fuck it..,” he growled before he was giving her a passionate kiss.
    Jade froze, her breathing halting for a few moments as her brain scrambled for some sort of response. Reaching up cautiously to place her hands on his broad shoulders, she decided to return the kiss; earning a gruff sigh in response. “Oh, my dear, sweet girl... I wish our time together wasn’t so terribly short. We barely know eachother but I can already feel a strong connection. After dinner service, I would like to take you out. I need to get to know you, if only a little, before...,” he sighed, looking more than a little distraught as he broke the kiss to press his forehead against hers.
    “Uh... o-okay...,” she replied, still feeling a bit stunned as the chef seemed to sag in relief.
    “Thank you darling. I can promise you won’t regret this,” Ramsay gushed, bundling her into another hug before leading her back to the Inn.
    As they made their way back, Jade pondered on what Gordon’s odd behavior could mean. The man had been legitimately frightened for her safety, not giving two fucks for the fact his actions had likely been broadcast to millions. Then there was the fact he had asked her on a date, something she doubted many other woman could say happened. Hazarding a glance up at the older man, she felt her heart skip a few beats when she saw him staring down at her with a strange expression. It was almost as if he was afraid something could still happen to her under his watch and she found herself leaning into him with a comfortable smile.
    A few minutes later and she was being led into the kitchen, her jaw dropping as she took in the new, stainless steel appliances. Everything had been replaced, even the walk-in freezer. “Oh my God... This is incredible! Oh Gordon, this is wonderful!” she exclaimed, running to one of the shiny ovens to give the top an affectionate touch.
    “I’m so glad you like it luv because I spoke to the Dotellos before I found out about your little ‘outing’. They seem to agree you and Carlos would make a great team in the kitchen,” the Scottish born Brit declared, his words seeming to make reality grind to a halt.
    “Wh-what?” she stammered, the colors seeming to drain out of the world as anxiety began to bubble within her.
    “The three of us agreed you would make a great head chef. Especially for someone with very little experience,” his accented baritone assured, an arm wrapping around her waist to pull her against a solid body.
    “B-but I don’t know anything about restaurants or working on the line. Last night was just a lucky fluke!” the receptionist protested, her head turning to look at the frustratingly calm cook.
    To her horror, he merely shook his head before giving her a kind smile. “What I saw wasn’t a fluke. I was watching a chef in the making. You had an innate instinct that I’ve rarely seen and it would be a waste to keep you at the front desk. This place needs someone with the dedication you have in the kitchen,” he pointed out, his words only making her more nervous. Still, she as she looked back at that horrendous night, she found he had a point. If it weren’t for her and Carlos, the restaurant would have fallen on its face.
    “I guess I did do a good job but I still don’t know enough to do all of it with only one other person,” Jade sighed, rubbing her arm as she shifted her gaze to one side.
    “That’s precisely why I’m bringing in a few experienced chefs to help until you guys get on more staff,” he soothed, pressing a kiss to her temple before the others came streaming in to look at the kitchen.
    A few hours later and Jade was elbow deep in orders, yelling commands to Carlos as well the two newcomers Gordon had brought in to help. So far, things were going smoother than they ever have and she felt fairly confident they would get through the night successfully. Even Ramsay hadn’t felt the need to interfere, simply helping to expedite orders. By the time the second wave of dinner service hit, there was a general feeling of well being. “Alright guys, just a bit more and we’re done!” Jade encouraged, getting a subdued cheer as her crew kept cooking for all they were worth. Then, as the last plate left, the former receptionist was actually beginning to believe she might just be head chef material after all.
    “You did wonderfully luv! Not a single order returned. This might just be the best reopening the show has ever had,” Gordon declared, walking up to her to lift her in the air before embracing her tightly. The crew in the kitchen burst into cheers while the camera recorded, effectively wrapping up the show.
    “Alright boss, we got what we needed. I’m gonna head up to the room,” the cameraman declared, lowering his equipment and leaving.
    This left Jade alone with Ramsay and her crew, said people slowly leaving the room. As soon as it was just the two of them, Gordon was kissing her face; landing on her lips on occasion while his hands moved over her back. “I look forward to taking you out. I’ll give you a moment or so to unwind. Meet me in the lobby when you’re ready, yeah?” husked out his baritone, one of his hands coming up to hold her face before he was releasing her to walk off. The young woman could only stare at the door he had left through, her fingertips touching her lips as a blush colored her cheeks.
    Jolting out of her stupor, the twenty-eight year old came to the horrifying realization she had no idea what to wear. Cursing quietly, she left the kitchen as calmly as she could; heading toward the elevators as her heart pounded in her chest. Her only hope was Sophia. The woman had more experience with make-up as well as clothes and would be more than willing to help. So, as soon as the elevator had stopped, she was running toward the room they were living in; hoping Anton wouldn’t be there.
    The world class chef leaned against the wall as he waited, honestly grateful the show was over. He was tired of hiding how he felt for this remarkable woman, especially given how tight his time window was. Tomorrow, he would be gone and he needed to show her just how much he had grown attached to her before that happened. He couldn’t risk losing her, not when he felt so drawn to her. In all his career, he hadn’t met someone with the amount of natural talent she had. There was also the adorable way she reacted to his endearments, blushing and seeming to grow as shy as a schoolgirl confronted with her crush. Breathing out slowly, he closed his eyes as he tried to calm the maelstrom inside himself.
    Despite how confident he normally was, this was an entirely new situation for him. He had never felt love like this for someone so quickly, let alone a fan he barely knew. In fact, he normally avoided any kind of romantic encounter with his fans. He was the type of man who didn’t sleep around. He wanted a deeper relationship, something that would last the rest of his life. For some reason, he had a feeling he had finally found that in Jade. She was so sweet, so honest and she had also said she had loved him. Granted, she wasn’t aware he had heard that confession but it still meant a lot to him.
    Hearing some footsteps, the nervous foodie turned to see the woman he had just been thinking about. It took all of his control not to let his jaw drop open at how beautiful she looked. She was dressed in a skin tight, black dress, her gorgeous hair pulled up into an elaborate updo. Light red lipstick colored her lips, emerald eyes sparkling at him from eyes highlighted in dark eyeshadow. “You look absolutely stunning sweetheart,” he rumbled, pulling away from the wall to walk toward her and offer her his right arm.
    Looking down at the offered appendage, her pulse pounding in her ears, Jade fought the urge to lick her lips as she wove her own arm around his. Much more used to more masculine clothing, she felt extremely exposed in this outfit; especially with how her cleavage was showing. While the dress wasn’t all that low cut, it still felt weird to see the crease between her breasts and she had to fight an urge to cover herself. “Th-thank you Gordon,” she squeaked, her voice unsteady as he lead her the rest of the way down the stairs and out the front door. Outside, a limo was waiting and the star opened the door for her.
To her surprise, the ride to the restaurant had been comfortable. Gordon, sensing her nervousness, had sparked conversation about his days as a student under an extremely harsh French chef. This had encouraged her to add some stories of her own and soon the pair were laughing like they were good friends. By the time they had pulled up to the rather fancy looking place, the couple felt utterly comfortable around eachother. “After you my dear,” Gordon offered, ever the gentleman as he opened the car door for her.
    Sitting down in a chair inside what had to be a four star restaurant with Gordon Ramsay across the table would be an intimidating experience for anyone. For Jade, it felt a bit like a dream. He was polite, gentle and had an odd humor that you couldn’t help but laugh along with. Not to mention the fact that he was quite handsome despite all the wrinkles on his face. He was literally everything he made himself out to be on TV and she found herself slowly falling deeper for him with every word out of his mouth. All too soon, their food was in front of them and silence fell over the pair; allowing her to come a bit back to reality. No matter how much she truly loved this amazing man already, it didn’t stop the fact he would be gone tomorrow.
    Suddenly a large hand landed on top of her left one, drawing her to look up at the man across from her. Sparkling, sky blue eyes met hers, holding the same sorrow she felt. “I know luv but let’s enjoy what time we have, yeah?” he pleaded, giving her his version of puppy eyes. All she could do was give a nod, her heart aching as she forced a smile on her face. She just hoped she wouldn’t break down before the night was over. She desperately wanted to make his departure as stress free as possible and clinging to him like a limpet when he can’t possibly stay wouldn’t help one bit.
    The end to their meal came far too fast but she was honestly grateful. She didn’t know if she could have held out for much longer. As it was, she was looking forward to going back to her home to have a good sob. Unfortunately for her, Ramsay had other plans. Before she could even think of heading to her car, he was grabbing her arm and giving her a look full of pleading; obviously wanting her to spend the night. Still, the receptionist turned cook didn’t think it was a good idea. She was already having problems keeping her mask in place, to actually have to spend the night with him and see him leave would be downright torture. “I had a great night Chef but I think it best I go home now. I don’t want to get in the way of your flight tomorrow,” she tried to explain, turning to head to the parking lot that was behind the Inn.
    A tight grip on her wrist stopped any forward movement, causing her heart to plummet headlong into her stomach as she realized she was lost. He hadn’t said anything and her resolve had already crumbled to dust. “Please Jade. I just want to spend as much time with you as possible before I have to leave,” came his pleading, accented voice.
    “What would it matter? What’s happening now can’t possibly continue into anything long term. I just want to spare myself any more pain and just hang onto what happened earlier as a sweet memory,” she tried to reason, despite knowing all too well she fully intended to stay.
    “I’m not content to just add you as a ‘notch on my belt’. In the short time I’ve known you, I have seen a wonderful, talented woman. A woman who I want a deeper connection to. If I have my way, this will not be the last time we see eachother,” he declared, giving her hand a gentle tug in the hopes of her turning to look at him.
    Sighing, Jade turned to look into his earnest, blue eyes. He meant every word and she felt the tears she been holding back clogging her throat. “You win,” she whispered, large droplets rolling down her cheeks as she walked back toward him to nestle into his chest.
    “I also want a deeper connection Gordon... I just wish you didn’t have to leave in the first place,” Jade continued, wrapping her arms around his thick neck as he swooped her into his arms.
    “I do too luv. Since our first night together, I have fallen in love with you. Allow me to use tonight to show you just how much,” growled a baritone in her ears as the chef strode into the Inn.
    Two bodies moved against eachother in the darkness, soft moans issuing from the pair as they held tight to one another. “Jade, my Jade,” growled an accented voice, answered by a female gasping out a name into the darkness. Sounds of wet flesh and pleasure filled the room, the pair seeming to want to draw this out as long as possible. Then two musical cries tinged with sorrow exploded from them in unison. Collapsing together, the two shadows snuggled; murmuring softly while the large figure caresses the smaller.
    “I love ya Jade. I love ya an’ I will come back,” growled a scottish brogue while soft sobs comes from the shaking figure he is holding. In moments, silence soon follows; the sounds of soft snores coming from the more muscular form as the smaller silhouette slowly sits up.
    “I love you too Gordon... That’s why I can’t stay here tonight... I just can’t be strong enough to just watch you leave,” whispered a quiet voice, a door opening to briefly allow a slit of light into the darkness. Then she was gone, the figure that had been holding her sitting up not moments after she had left.

*Benny: British slang for temper tantrum.
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