Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

*Chapter 105- Give them a Show Part 1/2

Friday, July 19, 2013

We head back towards the lights and sounds of the city, our limo barely drawing any attention in the glitzy world of Las Vegas. Gordon points off in the distance towards a tower that juts into the sky, soaring over the surrounding buildings.

"That's where we'll be having supper," Gordon says, grinning as Taylor rolls down the window. She pops her head out and squints, tilting her head back.

"There's a restaurant up there?" Taylor asks excitedly.

"Indeed there is, and not only that but I'm going to make you all my signature dish." He settles back into his seat, pressing his shoulder against mine.

"What's your signature dish?" Bella asks, leaning across Taylor and sticking her head out the window for a better look.

"Beef Wellington," I answer, before clapping my hand over my mouth. "Sorry," I mumble through my fingers, glancing at Gordon as a nervous blush invades my cheeks.

He laughs. "Quite alright. Yes, I'll be making Beef Wellington. Would you like to assist, (Y/N)?" Gordon asks, nudging my shoulder.

I nod. "Yes, Chef. I'd love to help," I respond, drawing my hand away from my mouth. The idea of assisting Gordon in making his signature dish makes me feel giddy inside, thwarting my efforts to keep my cheeks cool.

"Excellent!" He beams.

His good mood persists as we pull up at the base of the gigantic observation tower. As per usual, someone is standing outside the busy entrance waiting for us. She wears a black, long-sleeved shirt with "Henrietta, Strat Greeter" written on the right chest pocket and dark blue jeans. I can't help but think she must be hot out here.

"Gordon Ramsay and Chefs, welcome to the Strat!" Henrietta greets us. She reaches forward with both hands to grasp Gordon's and shakes it heartily. "If you'd follow me, I'd love to show you to your dining area."

She opens the door for us and leads us through a hallway that opens into a set of elevator doors. As we wait for the elevator to descend, she continues speaking.

"The Stratosphere Tower is the tallest freestanding observation tower in the United States– one thousand one hundred and forty-nine feet tall and containing one hundred and nine stories. You'll be dining on the one hundred and sixth floor, the SkyPod, which houses our incredible restaurant 'Top of the World'."

The elevator dings and it's doors open, giving us space to enter. Abel places his hand on the small of my back as we step in.

"I hear Chef Ramsay will be making your food personally, you lucky ducks." Henrietta winks as the elevator comes to a stop, it's doors opening after a long ascent.

The second we step out of the elevator, the view takes my breath away. The entire floor is encapsulated in glass aside from the ceiling and floor, with tables and chairs directly next to the Vegas skyline. Silver beams tress between the glass panels, holding them in place. The restaurant is bustling with patrons, but not nearly as busy as I suspect it gets at night when Vegas lights up.

"Wow!" Bella exclaims, rushing for the glass windows.

"Don't lean on the windows!" Henrietta warns, halting Bella in her tracks.

Was she about to go press her face against the glass? I mentally facepalm as Bella takes a hesitant step backward, mumbling an apology.

The greeter pinches the bridge of her nose for a second before her dark skin regains its rosy hue. "I'll show you to your table, then I'll show Chef Ramsay to our kitchen."