Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

*Chapter 100- Exploring the Uncharted

Thursday, July 18, 2013

We reach the door to our suite, and Gordon takes our mics for safekeeping before addressing us.

"Remember, there is only one challenge before the finale. Soon, two of you will be leaving Hell's Kitchen and removing your black jackets forever." He pauses, letting his words sink in. I grab the lapel of my black jacket and pull it tighter against myself. "I want you to enjoy yourselves, so I'll be taking you all to some exciting premiere locations tomorrow. You'll be happy to know I've managed to convince the camera crew to lay off as well, meaning you get one final day to relax before the big competition."

We all exchange wordless looks excitedly, wondering what he has in store for us. He glances at me with a flicker of a smile before continuing.

"Now get some sleep because there will be no time to rest tomorrow. Goodnight, everyone."

"Goodnight, Chef!" We respond before filing into the suite, where he closes the door behind us.

"I'm beat, babes. I'm gonna crash."  Tay stretches her arms over her head. "Unless you need a party buddy, Miss Queen of Blackjack?"

"Since I can't drink, nah. I guess I'll get some sleep." Bella shrugs.

"You guys want me to put your steaks in the fridge?" Taylor holds her hands out.

"Yes, please!" I hand her my box, and Abel follows with his box and a soft thank you.

"What are you guys gonna do?" Bella asks, waggling her eyebrows as Taylor heads for the refrigerator.

"We planned to watch a movie," I say.

"Watch a movie, yeah alright." Bella giggles. "Have fun."

"We will," Abel says innocently, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leading me towards our rooms on the opposite end of the suite.

"Can we-" I start.

"Sleep in the same room?" he finishes my question, squeezing my shoulder. "Of course. I'm not giving up a chance to hold you again."

We peer into both rooms, choosing the one that looks slightly bigger. When we enter, we are greeted by a couch and a few chairs with a window behind them displaying the Paris hotel's Eiffel Tower in full view. Opposite the blue suede couch is the king-sized bed decked in pure white Egyptian cotton sheets. Across from the bed is a sleek flat-screen TV above a black and gold dresser. The wooden flooring ends next to the bed, which has an elegant grey and white carpet beneath it.

"So do you want to pick the movie?" I ask, searching for the remote.

"No, not really."

"Oh, then would you help me pic-"

His lips find mine, halting my words. With one hand, he closes the door behind us. My eyelids flutter shut as he pushes into me, backing me towards the bed. When the back of my knee hits the side, I sit. The bed is tall, but not so tall that Abel doesn't have to bend to reach my lips. I hungrily grasp at his chef's jacket, pulling it open. He doesn't object when I pull his white undershirt over his head, either. I run my fingers over his abs before I tear off my jacket and undershirt, then allow him to use his new bra removal skills to help me out.

I stare up at him as he smiles down at me, both of us admiring each other's bodies. His light blue eyes are full of light, making my heart swell. My eyes linger across his lithe body until they reach the golden trail of hair that leads tantalizingly downwards.

When I reach for his belt buckle, I pause.

"How far are you wanting to go, Abel? I know you said you haven't been with anyone before. I don't want to take this where you aren't comfortable."