Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 82- Pantry Date

Tuesday, July 16th, 2013

I lay in bed with the covers pulled up to my chin and a secretive smile on my face. The clock beside me reads 5:45 am. I'm not sure when the cameras go out, but I figure if he wants to meet me at six that he would have factored in time to get dressed and ready.

Reaching into my drawer, my fingers trail over the black necklace box that Gordon had given me on our beach date. It feels so long ago, I wonder when the next chance I'll have to wear it will be? I shake my head to clear my daydreaming and pull out the first piece of clothing my fingers wrap around- a light blue tank top. I fish out the pair of grey leggings I'd worn when I met Tana for the first time and slip them on.

I crack open the door and peer outside. Abel is sitting on an armchair reading something, but no one else is out. With a wry grin, I tip-toe behind him before wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"Surprise!" I whisper joyfully when he startles at my touch.

"Uncanny timing, in my book the main character is just about to be attacked. You almost gave me a heart attack," he says, but grins up at me.

"If you knew they were gonna be attacked then you shouldn't have been worried." I shrug.

"Just because I know what is going to happen doesn't mean it isn't intense as I'm reading it," he counters, his light blue eyes equally as playful as I'm feeling.

"Alright, I can get that," I submit before resting my hands on his shoulders and squeezing.

He's looking up at me with a smile as I lean over him when I realize that I should probably tell him where I'm going.

I gesture at my chest where I normally pin my microphone and mouth the word 'mic' at him before holding my finger up to my lips. He catches onto what I'm requesting and covers his mic with his hand.

Even though he's covering the mic, I still lean down to his ear before I whisper, "I'm going to meet Ramsay downstairs. They turned off the cameras for a few hours. I should be back before people wake up, but would you cover for me if needed?"

He nods silently then uncovers his mic.

"Sleep well, (Y/N)," he says at full volume.

"Thanks, Abel. I'm headed back to bed now," I say as I begin walking down the stairs.

"Wait, one second?" Abel's voice stops me in my tracks. I look up and take a few steps back as he stands from the armchair and meets me at the top of the steps.

"Huh? What is i-" he cuts off my question by wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into a quick kiss.

"OK, now you can sleep well." He releases me, his light blue eyes shining.

"Goodnight, Abel," I struggle to keep my voice even and wave as I head to the kitchens. He waves to me as I dip below where I can see him.

My entire body feels giddy as I approach the pantry. I open the door, half expecting to see Gordon waiting on the other side, but I am greeted by packaged foods with the labels torn off and nothing else.

There are no chairs in here, so I lean against one of the small sections of bare wall, waiting for him.

The door swings open a few minutes later. My heart flies up to my throat as Gordon strides into the pantry wearing his pristine head chef's jacket and sleek black chef's pants, closing the door behind him.

As I push off the wall, his eyes shift to the side and a wide grin spreads across his handsome face.

"My God, (Y/N), I've missed you so fucking much." He takes my hand and pulls me into his chest. Unlike the last time he held me against himself in the pantry, I'm joyful instead of broken.