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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, July 3rd, 2013
The red team runs up to our dorms, Abel trailing behind us. I brush my teeth and wonder to myself what sort of clothes they'll dress us up in for the photoshoot.
This is crazy, not only am I in Hell's Kitchen, but I'm also going to be in a famous magazine- with Chef Ramsay! How many other chefs would kill to be in my position? I gleefully jitter with excitement thinking about everyone seeing me in a centerfold standing with the Gordon Ramsay. If only they knew what else we'd gotten up to while I've been here, oh I know it'd blow up the tabloids for sure. I can feel my cheeks heating up even just thinking about him laying me down on that desk, his fingers roaming across my bare skin tantalizingly, his hot breath on my neck...
"(Y/N) are you ready?" Taylor hooks her arm through mine as I'm spitting my toothpaste into the sink, surprising me.
"Uh, yeah! Sorry, let's go," I sputter, following Taylor as she pulls me through the room.
We all go downstairs where Jean-Phillipe leads us to the double doors, opening one side for us to step through. The now-familiar Hell's Kitchen limo waits for us outside with Gordon holding open the door for us, wearing his crisp head chef jacket.
Taylor only removes her arm from mine when we make it to the limo. Ramsay takes my hand and helps me into the limo with a small smile. I don't have a chance to smile back before Bella enters the limo behind me and blocks my view. Gordon slides in last, this time next to Red. She tries to scoot away from him to give him space but ends up mushing herself against the window of the limo. Gordon notices and slides away from her, taking her arm and pulling her from the side so she's comfortably sitting once more.
With Taylor on one side of me and Bella on the other, we ride through the busy streets of Los Angeles. Gordon talks to us all about the magazine, how prestigious it is to be included in it and how we can all surely use this on our resumes if we aren't chosen as the winner. Bella laps up his every word, nodding agreement and leaning forward towards him as if she is trying to show off her chest. Fortunately, the chef's jackets we wear are really conservative so nothing really shows. After thirty minutes we arrive at a wide brick building nestled on a street corner.
Chef Ramsay exits first and holds the door for us, helping us out once more. As I am exiting, Ramsay squeezes my hand. I find myself wishing he'd pass me another note... I'm dying not only to be with him but just to talk to him. There's so much I still don't know and the free time we have together is so rare it feels like I'll never get answers to all my questions. I stand near him as the rest of the red team is helped out.
When Abel is about to exit the vehicle he politely waves away Chef Ramsay's hand and gets out on his own.
The door to the building opens and a tall woman with a clipboard and brown horn-rimmed glasses stands at the entrance. Chef Ramsay approaches her with a greeting and kisses her cheeks while she does the same to him. I know that's a common greeting where Chef Ramsay is from, but it does spark a little jealousy in the pit of my stomach. I wonder to myself how his wife deals with her man being so desirable, surely I can't be the only one he's used her permission to... be with. Not that I have any say in what he does, honestly, I'm just lucky to have even been in his eyesight much less underneath him.
The woman leads us into the building, through the modern-art filled lobby and then into a room that has been outfitted for our shoot. There are racks of clothing to the side of the room, and the woman asks us to wait by the side for her assistants.
After a minute, five women and two men filter into the room, makeup kits tied around their waists.
One of the women stops in front of me, smiling. She sort of looks like Bella, which causes me to internally grimace. Fortunately, her attitude is the polar opposite.
"Hey, girl! You're (Y/N), right? I'm really excited to be working with you." She takes my elbow and turns me towards the racks of clothing. The other contestants all seem to have been paired with their own stylist. Ramsay stands in the corner of the room, watching us all steadily between his conversation with the woman who had led us inside.
"Chef Ramsay told me your size so I got a bunch of nice things all ready here. First, we're gonna take a picture with you, the other chefs and Chef Ramsay in your jackets and then you'll take a few pictures in a dazzling new outfit. Let's go ahead and pick something so I can get it ready for you while you get your makeup done and take your first pictures." She starts flicking through the hangars. "Do you have any suggestions on what you'd like to wear? I know some women prefer suits rather than dresses."
"Oh, a dress is fine. I'm not very knowledgeable about fashion or clothing so I'll leave that up to your expert opinion." I smile at her and she shoots me a wide smile back.
After a minute or two of searching, she pulls out two dresses from the stand. One is a simple red dress with a white belt across the stomach. The second is a gunmetal grey dress with ruffled ends.
She holds up the red dress to me while humming, then holds up the grey dress. I feel eyes watching me and look up to see Chef Ramsay examining me over the top of the clothing rack. He looks especially appreciative of the grey dress, so I reach out to stop her as she's about to take it away from me.
"I think this one will work, miss..."
"It's Elaine dear! And really? Are you sure? There are a lot more we can try on." She gestures to the dresses on the rack.
Ramsay's eyes are still on me while the horn-rimmed glasses woman chats away at his shoulder obliviously. He's holding his elbow in his other hand in front of him and has his finger curled against his chin speculatively. He grins at me when he sees me stop the dress from being taken. This will be the one I wear for the pictures, for sure.
"Yes, ma'am this is the one."
She takes the dress and folds it over her arm. "I'll hang this up, come follow me and we'll work on your makeup and while you're getting your photos done I'll pick out some shoes for you to wear with the dress. Go on and take off your jacket so we don't get anything on it."
I follow her lead until she comes to the front of a makeup dresser, fitted with a gold-rimmed mirror. A black chair sits in front of the dresser, awaiting me. Brushes are set in cups on the dresser and various makeup supplies scatter the desk. Elaine turns the tall black chair towards me and pats the seat. I hand her my jacket and sit down.
Sliding into place, I curl my hands into my lap. This will be my first time ever having a makeover. I am usually too lazy to even put on eyeliner in the morning, much less do up my whole face.
"Go easy on the makeup, alright? I'm not used to it and I don't want to scare myself by looking like a different person," I ask.
"Of course dear, I don't want you to be uncomfortable in your own skin!" She laughs as she dabs a makeup brush into a pallet and gets to work on my face.
I watch carefully as she does up my makeup. It's kind of amazing that makeup does what it does. I see my blemishes disappear and my eyes appear brighter as she does her magic to me. Thankfully I can still recognize myself when she finishes up after twenty minutes of feeling the ticklish makeup brush glide across my skin.
Right as Elaine finishes I hear Ramsay's voice.
"Ladies and gentle-man," he claps his hands together, "please welcome Dana Cowen, editor-in-chief of 'Food and Wine' magazine! She wanted to come and say a few words so please listen in."
Dana has curly short dark hair and red lipstick and stands proudly next to Gordon as she speaks.
"Thank you so much for coming to be in my magazine, we're so happy to have the best and brightest from Hell's Kitchen here with us today. Have a great time everyone and enjoy your new outfits on the house!" She waves at us then turns to Ramsay to shake his hand before going back through a set of thick wooden doors at the far corner of the room.
Now that Dana has said her piece, the makeup artists all help us out of our chairs.
Taylor walks over to me, her curly hair neatly resting on her shoulders.
"It's pretty awesome to have someone properly care for my curls, they've been so neglected recently." She pouts playfully as she cups her curls in one palm and bounces them up and down.
Smiling, I give her a quick pat on the back before Elaine pushes Taylor and I towards the large white photo stage.
The woman with the horn-rimmed glasses starts positioning us. Chef Ramsay is at the back center, of course. Abel is to his right, the only blue jacket in a sea of red. The woman tries to position me to the far right when Gordon speaks up.
"Miss Lina, would you mind if (Y/N) was more towards the center, her and Abel have been in a sort of rivalry and it'd be fun to have that play out in the magazine as well. That won't be a problem, will it?" He cocks his head to the side.
"Oh, no, of course, I didn't know is all. Come, dear." She takes my arm and leads me until I'm directly to the right of Chef Ramsay. My breath catches in my throat as I look up at him, and I nearly choke on my tongue as he wraps his arm around my shoulders. He puts his other arm around Abel's shoulders and pulls me even closer to him.
I have absolutely no idea how I'm supposed to not appear incredibly flustered in the picture as I feel my side against Chef Ramsay's warm torso. I should have asked for more makeup. Maybe people will just think my face being red is due to overdone blush.
"Come on now everyone, smile for me! On the count of three, shout 'Hell's Kitchen'!" Lina counts down with her fingers as well as verbally.
"Three, two, one..."
"Hell's Kitchen!" we all say as the camera flashes a few times.
After the photo, everyone starts milling about. Chef Ramsay releases my shoulder and my lungs tingle as I finally am able to breathe somewhat normally.
We all walk off the photo stage and are directed towards our makeup artists.
"Come with me, (Y/N), you've got a private room in which to change and I've set out a few pairs of heels and flats for you to try on while you're in there." Elaine takes me through the large wooden doors that Diane had exited through and leads me through a long hallway until we approach a door with my name taped to it.
"Not exactly a gold star nameplate, but you're well on your way to one working with a celeb chef like Ramsay," Elaine jokes while I walk into the room.
"Ten minutes to get changed and ready. I'll come to get you when the stage is prepared." She gives me a thumbs up and closes the door.
I quickly change into my dress and sit down in a chair to try on a few of the shoes.
The door opens after a mere two minutes have passed. My eyes flick to the door just as I hear it close and lock behind me.
Gordon Ramsay stands with his arms crossed, grinning ear to ear. Now he's dressed in a dark blue suit with a black tie and white undershirt. Anything he wears looks amazing on him, so I'm not surprised that he looks strikingly handsome yet again.
"Hello, beautiful. That dress looks astounding on you," he flirts, his voice low.
I drop the shoe that I was holding in my hand and rush to him, wrapping my arms around him. "Gordon!!" I exclaim, almost too loudly.
He laughs and holds me, enveloping me in a hug.
"I miss being alone with you." He looks down at me and uses a finger to push my hair behind my ear, then trails his finger along my cheek until it reaches my chin. He takes my chin and raises my face, pulling me up on my toes to reach him. His lips lock onto mine and we kiss for a minute straight while silent, passionate emotion fills the air between us.
When he and I separate, I respond breathlessly.
"I miss being alone with you too. This is insane, it's just completely wild. I have no idea how I got into this situation, but I feel drawn to you like a moth to a flame." I remove one arm from around him and place my hand against his chest, careful not to dig my fingers into the fabric and wrinkle his suit.
He takes one hand from around me then wraps it around my hand on his chest, completely enveloping it.
"My darling, it is I who am drawn to you. I must be fucking crazy to be so infatuated, but I am. I'm afraid I'll slip up and something will get out. Not that I don't want you, but people won't understand..." he trails off, his brows furrowing over his light blue eyes.
I remove my other arm from around him and bring it to his face. He pushes his smooth cheek into my palm and sighs.
"I just wish we could get to know each other better. I'm more than my stage personality, you know?" His eyes are soft and kind as he says this.
"Of course I know. I wouldn't be so into you if you were only a hardass." I giggle and I feel his cheek pull into a smile against my palm.
"I really must get going, love. I'm sorry. I can't have anyone seeing me, you know, it'd be hard to explain. I just couldn't help myself from seeing you." He releases my hand and unravels his arm from my back.
When he reaches the door he stops, then comes back across the room to where I'm standing and pulls me into another quick kiss, his blond bangs tickling my forehead. When he releases me he straightens his suit then walks to the door, smiling at me as he unlocks it and makes his exit.
I slowly sink down to sit in the chair, completely ignoring the shoes in front of me.
So, we're both crazy about each other. That's good to know. What can we do about it though? Absolutely nothing. We just have to act like everything is normal and hope that we can get time alone together.
There's a knock on the door and I half expect Gordon to come to sweep me up into his arms. Unfortunately, it's only Elaine.
"Having trouble deciding?" She indicates the forgotten shoes on the ground.
"Oh, uh, yeah. What do you think?"
I let her rifle through the shoes until she hands me a pair of heels. I barely even look at them as I nod my approval and she slips them onto my feet.
"Looks great, Elaine. Thank you."
"Of course, let's go get your photo taken now, shall we?" She leads me through the wooden doors, down the hallway and then to the photo stage once more.
Lina positions me next to Chef Ramsay without having to be asked. This time he slides an arm around my waist and I do the same to him. He also puts an arm around Abel, who stands with his hands tightly locked behind his back. Abel has on a very nice deep blue suit. He and Ramsay almost look alike.
Taylor is positioned next to me. She has on a beautiful golden dress with sequins lining the hem. She puts her arm around my shoulders, leaning into me and grinning as the pictures are taken once more.
After it's all said and done, Gordon leads us back to the limo while we're all still wearing our new outfits.
"I hope everyone is hungry, as part two of your reward is just around the corner!" He helps everyone into the limo and closes the door behind us.
I struggle to not look at him as we ride towards Nobu and instead try to talk to Taylor. But no matter what I do, I can't stop thinking of Gordon.
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