Accepted under the mentorship of your idol and the world's hottest chef Gordon Ramsay, you must prove your skill and determination through competing in Hell's Kitchen- A month long cooking contest versus fifteen other fierce contestants and difficul...
"Yes, love?" He lifts his head from my shoulder and turns to face me. His beautiful blue eyes are mesmerizing. It takes me a moment to collect myself before I can get my question out.
"I just had uh, three things I wanted to say. The first one is, do you need me to talk about what I saw with Garrett still?" I tilt my head.
Gordon laughs. "No, dear, we have it all on film and that's enough to prove what happened. It was a convincing reason for you to come see me in my office though, wasn't it?" He grins mischievously.
"Very clever." I smile back at him. "The second thing I wanted to say was that I think Pietro has an inkling of what we've been up to. He made a hint like he knew something and I'm nervous." I bite my lip worriedly.
"What exactly did he say?" Gordon asks while he runs his fingers across my thigh tantalizingly.
"He was ragging on Bella for flirting with that student-teacher the other day and then said something like 'at least he wasn't married'. I'm not sure if he was directing that at me but he gave me a look that told me he was..." I grimace.
"We'll try to be extra careful around him, then. That's all we can do, really." Gordon shrugs. He doesn't seem worried about it and I start to feel silly for being so anxious.
"What was the third thing?" Gordon inquires as he runs his fingers from my thigh up to my stomach and then to my breast where he squeezes one nipple.
Sensations shoot all over my body as he plays with me, it makes it difficult to ask my last question, but I manage to get it out. "Why is Bella still here?"
Gordon snorts and shakes his head like he's been told a hilarious joke.
"No, I'm serious! She's such a pain in the ass!" I say, getting a bit defensive.
"Of course she is, she's the producers' favorite type of contestant. A bit ditsy, mean, and flirty. To some people, she might be considered attractive. They love putting segments with women like her in the show for dramatic flavor. The viewers eat that up like candy. Unfortunately, unless she really fucks up, I can't remove her without backlash from the producers. They don't give me a lot of say with their precious drama queens or kings until we get to the black jackets," Gordon says, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
"Well, I suppose that makes sense. Stupid producers really make our lives tough having to deal with her shit all the time. Ugh," I grimace.
Gordon gives me a playful look. "You're so cute when you're disgruntled. It makes me want to tease you to see that little pout of yours. Of course, I'm a gentleman, so I won't do it," he says as he releases my extra-tender nipple and slides his hand down the side of my body.
"Oh yes, so gentleman-like, thank you so much, sir," I roll my eyes lightheartedly.
At the word 'sir', his eyes shoot up from my stomach to lock onto mine. I feel my breath catch in my throat at the intensity of his ice-blue gaze.
"You're so welcome, pet," he says, his voice husky. I gulp and feel my mouth hanging open as if I've been hypnotized by his voice alone.
"Now be a good girl and get dressed and get back to the dorms, yeah? It's been almost an hour and thirty minutes. We wouldn't want them to start to miss you too badly and try to come looking for you..." he leans in to kiss me and I eagerly reciprocating the kiss, hungry for his touch.
When we break from our kiss, I plead with him. "Please find a way for us to be together again soon, Gordon, I'm so..." I pause, looking for the words to say, "so in love with you it hurts to not be able to touch you..." I trail off.
"I'll try, my love. I promise," he says sincerely before he gets up and hands me my clothes.
I very carefully slip on my panties and leggings, then latch my bra and pull my t-shirt over the top.
"You might want to ah, smooth your hair a bit." He raises an eyebrow, amused.
I run my fingers through my hair to attempt untangling it. It's a mess from having been so mercilessly ground into the sofa, but eventually, it stops catching on my fingers.
"Beautiful, just beautiful," Gordon says appreciatively and offers me his hand. I blush as I take his hand and pull myself carefully up from the sofa.
He pulls me into his still naked body and leans in close to my ear. "Think of me when you're showering. I'll be thinking of you at the same time..." he whispers, then leads me to the door of his office.
"I love you, Gordon," I say as I squeeze his hand, not wanting to let go.
"I love you too, (Y/N). Now, be sure to slowly walk down the stairs, yeah?" He winks.
"Of course." I grin and stand on my toes to kiss him one last time. The smell of sex and cologne fills my nose. I need to rush to the showers as fast as I can so that no one can catch the same smell on me when I get back to the dorms.
Gordon opens the door for me and I slip outside the room. He pats my ass on the way out and gives me a beaming smile before he closes the door.
Thankfully, the kitchens are empty. I slowly walk down the stairs from his office and feel a bit of his cum slip out of me. I peer down and I can't yet see any wetness on the outside of my leggings. Good God, I should have worn a color other than grey.
I carefully make my way through the empty kitchens and then up the stairs to the dorms. When I enter, everyone is chatting to Pietro and Taylor by the dorm kitchens. Taylor and Pietro are the only people facing me, and Taylor catches my eye. She starts to wave me over but I shake my head. She gets the gist of what I'm trying to tell her and turns back to the others to continue telling about her adventures on the prize she and Pietro had won together.
I slip into the showers and strip down. The cool water runs over my body and helps to wash away the smell of our 'activities' earlier. His thick cum dribbles down my leg and I find myself missing the feeling of him inside of me.
Gordon really has me wrapped around his finger, doesn't he? I muse. It's where I love to be.
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