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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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Thursday, July 4th, 2013
I wake up around 8 am to the sounds of breakfast being made. Stretching my arms out over my head, I yawn. It sure is wonderful that Gordon gave us a day off in the middle of the week. I feel excited to find out what he has planned for us today.
Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I amble into the kitchen area. Bella, Dave, Pietro, Kalyani, and Garrett are lounging around on the sofa while Abel and Shaun are both sitting in the armchairs reading. The book Abel is reading looks different than the one I'd seen him with a few days ago. Did he finish that thick novel already?
Spotting Taylor, Red, and Gina sitting at the bar, I scoot in on Taylor's free side with a smile.
"Hey! You hungry? I made some eggs and toast. Here-" Taylor gets up and piles a plate full then slides it across the bar table to me and takes her seat again.
"Thank you, Tay," I say cheerily as I begin eating.
Red peers over Taylor's shoulder at me with a frown. Her eyes were finally not puffy from crying after last night's elimination. "I can't believe Gail is gone. Just like that..."
I put my toast down and shake my head, sighing. "Yeah, I thought for sure Bella would be out," I lean towards her and hold up my hand to one side of my mouth, "how many lives does this catty bitch have anyway?"
Red covers her mouth to stop herself from spitting her food out and happily kicks her feet that are dangling off the side of the bar stool.
"Do you have any idea what we're going to be doing today?" she asks when she finally manages to swallow her food.
I shrug as I chew my toast. "No clue, Red. Have the sous chefs made an entrance yet? I might have missed it. It seems like I sleep through everything," I say.
Taylor shakes her head. "Nope, we haven't seen any of them yet."
As if on cue, Christina peeks her head up from the stairs.
"Pssst!" she says from the stairwell, catching my and a few other peoples' attention.
I tilt my head to the side. "What is it?"
"Y'all wanna go swimming in a bit?" she grins.
Taylor jumps up from her bar stool, alerting everyone else to Christina's presence with her joyous response, "Heck yea I do!"
Christina snickers. "Great! Gordon has picked out a nice rooftop swimming pool for you all." She leans a bit further into the room, "It even has an open freakin' bar!"
We look excitedly at each other. It feels like we've won yet another challenge, but this time we don't have to worry about an elimination at the end of the day!
"Has everyone remembered to pack a swimming suit?" Christina shouts to us.
We all nod and shout back, "Yeah!" to her. Once she knows for sure that we've all got something to wear, she claps.
"Great! Just so you know, you won't need to wear your mics or worry about being on camera. Chef Ramsay just wants everyone to have a nice, relaxing Fourth of July. Meet us downstairs in ten minutes and wear your swimsuits under your clothes, alright?"
"Yes, Chef!" we happily respond to her. She waves before she walks back down the stairs.
I clear off my plate then rush to the dorms to pull out my swimsuit. It's a white bikini with gold chains on the sides of the bottom piece and across the center of my chest on the bikini top. Nothing too flashy but not entirely plain either. I pull on a light blue tank top and some shorts over it before I head downstairs to the kitchens.
Most everyone is already in the dining room area. I can see Gordon amidst the hubbub of chefs surrounding him. He's wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans with a sleek pair of sunglasses resting atop his golden hair.
When I join the group, Gordon grins. "Good morning! Excited to go swimming?" he asks me.
I nod, returning the smile. "I haven't been swimming in years, it'll be fun for me to get back in the water."
"Really? You haven't been swimming in years? My darling, this is unacceptable. You really must truly enjoy yourself today, yeah? I try to swim at least every few months, it's great exercise."
His eyes move about the room. "It looks like everyone is ready. Let's head out, shall we?"
Gordon leads the way to the door and holds it open for us.
The first person through the door is Bella. She gasps and holds both hands to her mouth. When I pass through the doors, I see three white mustang convertibles lined up, chauffeurs in the drivers' seats. There are three seats open in the back and one in the front next to the driver of each car. Gordon closes the door of Hell's Kitchen behind me and stands close enough to my back that I can feel his presence.
"Lovely, aren't they? I've rented them for us all to enjoy today. Come on now." Gordon steps down the stairs and holds open one of the car doors. Gina, Bella, Garrett, and Abel slide in, with Abel taking the front seat. He closes the door for them then opens the next car door. Shaun, Kalyani, Red, and Dave climb in and buckle up, Shaun in the front seat of this particular car.
Finally, he opens the last door of the final mustang. Pietro, Taylor, myself and then Ramsay scoot into our seats. Since Pietro is quite a bit larger than the rest of us, he sits in the front seat while Taylor sits to the far left with me in the middle between her and Ramsay.
"Let's go then!" Gordon shouts for the drivers to head towards our destination.
Driving along Los Angeles in a beautiful car with my hair flying out behind me, my side pressed up against Chef Ramsay and with my new best friend to my other side, I feel amazing. The drive is twenty minutes and along the way, we get lots of car horns trying to catch our attention. Ramsay waves to people on the sidewalk who point him out and take pictures.
We pull up to a fancy hotel with huge pillars that hold up the carport overhang. Ramsay exits the vehicle and heads towards the doorman, who opens the door with a bow.
The main entrance has marble flooring and gold accents around the columns that surround the lobby. The building is at least thirty stories tall, and the ceiling reaches all the way up to the top floor, a large golden chandelier dangling down about midway to the ground.
"I've gotten us all some rooms, so you don't have to be on the roof the whole time if you don't want to. Red team, your room is 408. Blue team, your room is 409. Feel free to order room service to the roof or your team's room at any point if you get hungry before it gets dark, I'll cover that tab as well. Now, let's get to the roof!" He pushes the button of the elevator and I watch as the glass box descends towards us. While we wait, he passes out door cards to everyone for our rooms.
There's just enough space for all of us to fit snugly inside the elevator. It takes us up through the building until we reach the top floor. Red doesn't open her eyes the entire time we are in the elevator. I assume she's afraid of heights, and rightfully so. A glass elevator doesn't exactly feel like the most secure place to be standing.
The elevator doors slide open and a vast, clear blue pool awaits us. Just as promised, there is an open bar to the far right of the rooftop and lounge beach chairs spread out around the pool edge. The weather is just right for swimming. Abel takes his book and settles down in the shaded area beside the pool. Kalyani stretches out in the sun on a lounge chair like a content cat. Pietro, Dave, Bella, and Shaun make a beeline for the bar. Everyone else seems to be getting ready to hop in the pool already.
I walk over to the side of the building and take hold of the railing. There is a clear blue sky above us and the cityscape spans out below us. Usually, I find it hard to think of cities as 'pretty' unless it is at night, but the palm trees dotting the roads and the bright colors of the beach umbrellas just off the coast of the ocean to our right really makes it hard to not consider what I'm seeing as picturesque.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Gordon's voice sounds from my left, causing me to jump a bit in surprise.
"Yeah, it is. I've not been on a rooftop before," I say as my hair blows out behind me when a warm breeze comes through.
"I've been on many, but this is one of my favorites. I was excited for the opportunity to bring you here," he says, his fingers tapping happily on the metal railing.
I look around to make sure no one could hear him say that. Everyone is either already stripped down into their swimming suits, at the bar or lounging about the sides of the pool. Gordon laughs.
"You don't think that I already checked for eavesdroppers?" he smiles down at me.
"Yeah, of course, but you know..." I look out over Los Angeles, a bit anxious.
He leans in a bit closer to me. "I'd like the chance to speak to you more privately. Do you think you could meet me in room 410 in about an hour?" he asks.
"Is that the best idea?" I respond, "won't someone notice us both missing?"
He grips the railing a bit tighter. "Maybe it is a bad idea..." he pauses, then locks eyes with me. I sense a steely determination behind his gaze.
"But I don't bloody care. You can say you ordered room service and took a shower. Leave the water running in the bathroom of the red team's room. There's a second bathroom, so you shouldn't be hindering anyone. We won't be too terribly long." He winks and I feel a blush creep up my cheeks.
"OK..." I respond, a bit flustered.
"Now, do I get a chance to see you in your bikini?" he asks quietly, with one eyebrow raised playfully.
My face is truly burning now.
"S-sure," I respond, then hesitate. I know everyone else probably stripped down out here but will taking off my clothes next to Ramsay be a bit too much? I step back from the railing and turn away while he stays at the railing, still looking out over the city. I pull my shirt over my head and then wiggle out of my shorts and throw them onto a nearby lounge chair.
When I turn around, Ramsay peeks at me over his shoulder.
I watch his lips move as he mouths the word 'gorgeous' at me, then turns back to look over the railing once more.
Not trying to draw any more attention to us than we already have, I head towards the pool. Taylor is floating around with a pink pool noodle under her arms, Gina is kicking her feet in the water while drinking a martini at the edge of the pool. Bella is at the bar with most of the men, Dave's arm wrapped around her waist as she sips on her drink. Her bikini bottom is so thin it almost looks like a thong. At least she most likely has been too distracted to pay attention to Ramsay and I having a private chat.
As I sit at the edge of the pool's deep end, Red pops up out of the water in front of me. Her red hair glistens in the sun and she has a huge smile on her face.
"I love swimming. I always feel like a mermaid." She pushes her hair from her face as she treads water.
"You look like a mermaid," I say back to her, to which she giggles and dives under the water again.
Slowly, I lower myself into the pool. The water is warm and delightful. I swim around the edge until I get to Taylor, who splashes water at me.
"Hey! Did you get a sunburn already?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.
I raise one hand to my cheeks and feel they're still burning.
"Uh, yeah," I respond, then splash Taylor to distract her from her line of questioning while Gina is so close by. I'll let her know what Ramsay and I said later on.
We spend some time splashing water at each other and playing before Gina hops in and joins us. She tugs the pool noodle out from underneath Taylor, who's eyes grow wide before she dips down below the water, emerging a moment later and sputtering out, "That wasn't fair! I wasn't ready!"
Gina takes the pool noodle and wiggles it in the air.
"Come get it, then!" She sticks her tongue out and swiftly moves it to the side when Taylor lunges for it.
The two of them laugh and chase each other around the pool for a bit before Taylor tackles Gina under the water and wrestles the noodle out of her hands, raising it above her head victoriously before settling back down with the noodle under her arms. Gordon watches us while leaning on the railing, sunglasses over his eyes and a smile on his face.
An hour flies by faster than I expect. I look around for Gordon only to notice that he's slipped away already.
I take Taylor's arm and pull her to the deep end of the pool, away from everyone. She looks at me with a curious expression.
"Taylor, Ramsay asked me to go talk to him, I'm going to pretend I'm getting room service and taking a shower. Will you cover for me?"
Her eyes grow huge for a second before she nods, "For sure, (Y/N), I told you I got your back."
She nudges me. "You will share details though, in exchange for my services?" she asks, waggling her eyebrows.
I snort, "Sure, but depend on what we talk about I may keep some details private."
She lets out a low, 'ooooohhhhh' before giving me a wry grin and splashing away from me to rejoin Gina.
I pull myself out of the pool and find a towel nearby. I wrap it around myself and slip on my sandals, then head to the elevator and wait for it to arrive.
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