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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thursday, July 4th, 2013
When I hear the door click shut, I run to the red team's room and open the door. I can just barely make out the outline of someone laying on the bed, slightly obscured by the bathroom wall next to the entrance to the room.
With my breath caught in my throat, I quietly open the bathroom door, remove the hanging 'do not disturb' sign and step inside. The figure on the bed didn't seem to move when I opened the door, which is good. Maybe they didn't hear anything.
As I enter the bathroom, I look around. The cold water is still running and my wet towel is still hung up on the towel rack. Everything looks the same, except one small, teeny-tiny detail. On the countertop I see my clothes that I'd previously thrown into a lounge chair on the roof. I definitely didn't bring those down with me, so someone had to have done it for me. Plus, they would have had to enter the bathroom to put it on the counter top, and inevitably they would see that I wasn't actually in the shower.
At the same moment, I hear a knock on the bathroom door.
"(Y/N)?" Taylor's voice comes through over the sounds of the shower water.
All at once, I relax.
"Good God Taylor, you scared the shit out of me," I say as I open the door. She's in her normal clothes now and is smiling at me widely.
"Don't worry, I just wanted to cover for you by making sure no one tried to get into the bathroom. I even brought your clothes down!" She hops on her toes happily.
"Well, thank you, I hope you haven't been sitting here too long?" I give her an apologetic look.
She shrugs. "It was sorta boring, especially considering the dang TV doesn't work. Gordon really takes his no outside influence rule seriously. But honestly I'd do it again easy to help a sister out," she says with a wink, then leans in closer to me.
"Can you tell me about what happened?" her brown eyes sparkle.
"Sure, but give me a moment to get dressed," I say.
She nods and backs away from the door and I close it. I turn off the shower and slip off my bikini, donning my shorts and shirt instead. I didn't bring a pair of underwear, so I'll have to go commando to avoid getting wet marks from my suit onto my shorts. I open the door and head to where Taylor is lounging on the bed. She pushes herself up to a sitting position resting against the headboard as I sit down next to her.
"Soooo?" she says anxiously, unable to hide her excitement.
I feel my cheeks begin to turn pink.
"Oh my God, you didn't!" her eyes grow wide as she puts her hand against her chest, "No way! You didn't!"
I nod to her, a bashful smile creeping onto my lips.
She exhales heavily and slumps against the headboard. "Woah..."
"It was pretty much the best time I've ever had in my whole life," I say sincerely.
Taylor reaches her hand over the bed and takes mine in hers eagerly. Her hand is just a bit smaller than mine and provides a huge contrast to Gordon's earlier.
I hesitate with if I should tell her of Gordon's profession of love. I do trust Taylor, especially after all she's done for me, but she seems really excitable and I'm not sure if she'd be able to keep a straight face around him if she knew that we did more than just sleep together.
After mulling it over a bit, I decide not to tell her. At least not yet. Letting her know about us has already got her excited enough. But telling her about his plans with Tana can't hurt, and maybe Tay can help me feel a bit less anxious.
"He wants me to meet his wife," I say uncertainly, looking ahead to the blank screen of the TV.
"Really? That's pretty crazy! Especially now that you guys..." she starts to blush and giggles.
"Yeah, I'm pretty anxious about it. More anxious than I've ever been," I sigh.
"He must want to be more serious with you. I'm certain he wouldn't ask you to meet her if he didn't want your relationship to go somewhere," she muses.
I nod, biting my lower lip. I can feel that it's still a bit sore from Gordon's gentle bite earlier.
"You're gonna do awesome, alright? Tana is a really cool person from what I've seen of her on TV. Just be brave," Taylor squeezes my hand reassuringly.
"Thanks, Tay," I give her a small smile.
"Do you think we aught to join everyone again?" she tilts her head.
"Yeah, let's head back to the roof," I agree.
Taylor and I both walk to the door. I open the door for her and bow.
"After you, my lady!" I say cheekily.
She hops through to the other side of the door with one leap and holds out her arm to me. I take her arm with mine and we head back up to the rooftop together.
When the elevator dings, we unlace our arms before we step out onto the rooftop.
The next six hours fly by in a flurry of free drinks, chatter, watching people swim in the pool and trying not to stare at Gordon as he socializes with everyone else. The sun disappears under the skyline of the city and lights turn on over the bar and inside the pool.
"Give me one minute guys, I'm going to bring out your surprise for tonight to the roof," Gordon says happily before he goes to the elevator and presses the call button.
When Gordon steps inside and starts to descend, I see Bella approach me from my seat at the bar. I have to be extra cautious with her, especially now.
"Hey, (Y/N), where were you?" she asks innocently as she pulls out a bar stool and sits next to me, a long island ice tea gripped in one hand, a cigarette dangling from between her fingers of her other hand.
"I was right here?" I say, deciding to play dumb.
She rolls her eyes. "No, I mean like, earlier. When you disappeared for like an hour."
"Oh, I took a shower and got some room service. Taylor joined me a while later and we ate together," I shrug.
Her eyes squint as she looks me over, trying to find a crack in my story.
"You didn't happen to see Gordon down there, did you? He was missing for around about the same time that you were."
I curl my nails into my palm.
"Nope, I didn't see him. Why do you ask? Couldn't you find him yourself?" I say.
"Well, I went to the room to try and see if he was there, but Dave came with me and decided to show me the blue team's room instead," she tosses a sultry gaze over my shoulder to where Dave is sitting with his legs in the pool, talking to Pietro. Pietro lets out a big belly laugh at something Dave says.
So Bella and Dave were fucking in the room right next to where Ramsay and I were... I feel a chill as I remember how loud I had been during certain moments. Especially the parts where I'd called out his name.
But then I think about how I hadn't heard anything from the room even though I know Bella must be the type to let out a lot of exaggeratedly loud moans. Dave also likely didn't last nearly as long as Ramsay did, since I didn't see either of them when I'd left the room. I feel a smug sense of satisfaction as I mull over my thoughts.
The sound of a straw sipping on air snaps me back to reality. Bella has finished off her drink. Just how many drinks has she had anyway? I don't think I've seen her without a glass in her hand. She orders another drink as the elevator doors slide open.
Behind Chef Ramsay there are three men dressed in grass skirts with large tiki masks on. Each of the men wields a wooden pole with an opening on either end. Gordon grins as he leads the men onto the rooftop. At the same moment that the men step out, the first firework of the night explodes in the darkening sky.
"For your entertainment, I've brought three of the most amazing fire dancers to put on a show while we all relax and enjoy the fireworks from our beautiful private rooftop!" Gordon claps his hands together as the men set up their fire sticks.
Everyone moves closer, some of them turning lounge chairs to better face the spectacle. I turn around at the bar and lean my elbows onto the countertop behind me. Bella gets up from beside me and heads over to the lounge chair that Dave is sitting in and scoots him over, laying with her arm draped over his chest and one leg curled around his leg. She holds out her cigarette to his lips and he takes a puff, blowing out the smoke into the air. I'm incredibly jealous of the fact that she can just go lay all over her man, while I can't so much as stand next to Gordon for too long without causing speculation.
The fire dancers light each end of their fire sticks and begin twirling them over their heads in tandem. A tribal music beat starts up over the speakers at the bar, and the fire dancers stomp their feet in time to the drums while effortlessly wielding their fire sticks in a masterful display of light. Fireworks begin to pick up over the Los Angeles skyline, shooting beautiful colors behind the bright flames of the torches.
Gordon leaves from the front of the fire dancers and comes up to the bar, pulls out a bar stool beside me and orders a Budweiser.
Really? Gordon Ramsay wants to drink that piss water? I give him a sideways glance while raising one eyebrow.
"I know what you're thinking, and yes, I do prefer this drink. Sue me," he smiles.
"I just didn't expect it is all," I say, shrugging and trying not to tease him over his choice too harshly.
"It's just a small pleasure of mine. I don't drink often at all, so a beer here and there is all that I allow myself," he pops open the tab and takes a sip.
Gordon and I watch the fire dancers and the fireworks together. He nudges me slightly with his elbow when he sees a particularly large firework go off over us. When I look over to him he's staring into the sky with childlike wonder etched into his features. I wonder how a man who has always looked at least 35 his whole adult life can exude such youth in his expressions. We both enjoy the fireworks and each other's company in contented silence.
Once the fireworks end, the fire dancers blow out their torches at the same time and we all clap. They wave to us as they enter the elevator and the doors close on them.
Gordon sighs and gives me a sorrowful look as he pushes himself up from the bar stool. I feel the same way- after we leave here, it's back to endless cameras, microphones and no way to be together. At least it's only three days until Sunday. Hopefully Gordon can find a way for us to sneak away then.
"Let's get ready to head back to Hell's Kitchen, everyone. Our mustangs await," he says as he approaches the elevator and waits for it to arrive.
All of us line up near him and wait until the inevitable ding announces the arrival of the elevator. We step inside. I watch the chandelier of the main lobby get closer and closer then further and further away as the elevator takes us to the ground floor.
We exit the building and hop into our mustangs that are dutifully waiting for us outside. Gordon once again sits next to me, and in the darkness of the night, he squeezes my thigh as he sits down. Thankfully, Pietro is chatting to the driver and Taylor is looking out behind us at the rest of everyone else waiting for our mustang cavalry to charge from the building.
The mustangs take us through the streets of LA and back to Hell's Kitchen. I savor the feeling of Gordon's arm against mine as each second draws us closer to having to be apart.
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