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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is fiction, I do not know Gordon Ramsay and I make no money off this story!

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Thursday, June 27th, 2013
My eyelids flutter, and Taylor's bright brown eyes meet mine.
I jolt awake, sitting up in bed.
"What the hell, Taylor? You scared the shit outta me," I whisper harshly. She is kneeling next to my bed with her face just a few inches from mine. Her curly brown hair is wild and unkempt. I look around the room and see that everyone else is still asleep. The analog clock beside me reads 5:23 am.
She looks bashful for a moment, before sliding me a notepad.
On it, she'd written-
Did you and Ramsay do anything when he took you to the bathroom yesterday?
I quickly hold the notepad at an angle where the cameras won't be able to pick it up.
Taylor slides a pen over the top of the notepad and looks at me eagerly.
I pause for a moment before writing out my response-
Sort of...
Sliding the notepad back to her, she takes the pen and scribbles out-
OMG, I knew it. You're so naughty! I knew he liked you. What are you going to do now?
Thinking for a moment, I then respond-
I honestly have no idea. I can't even ask what he meant by... what happened. It's maddening. All these cameras and microphones everywhere are making getting any actual info on wtf is going on between us a near impossibility.
Taylor reads over the response and nods before writing-
Well, I'll cover for you girl. You need anything you just let me know. I'll try to help the best I can.
I draw a heart on the page in response. She smiles at me before tearing the paper off the page and leaving for the restroom. Shortly thereafter, I hear the toilet flush. Thank goodness she isn't taking any chances on anyone coming across our conversation.
When she returns, she smiles at me then slides back in her bed. I return the smile, then roll over in bed and try to catch some shut eye before the morning prep work.

The morning comes too soon, unfortunately, as the women in the dorm start rousing at about 6:40 am. I am sitting on the edge of my bed brushing my hair when I hear a voice from the common area.
"Morning everyone!" the muffled voice shouts.
Quickly hopping off the edge of the bed, I go through the door to the main room and see Sous Chef Christina standing there with her arms crossed and a big smile on her face. Behind her, I can see Cindy standing silently, not really sharing Christina's enthusiasm.
"You have no idea how satisfying it is for me to be the one to wake all of you up this time. Your fellow chef Cindy has returned from the hospital and getting her stitches done. She'll be joining us all for prep and service today. We have a big day ahead of us, so let's get moving!" Christina happily skips backward before turning on her heel and exiting the dorms, leaving Cindy standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
I scan the room for Taylor and see her snacking on some cereal before prep. I scoot out a chair next to her and sit down, pouring out my own bowl.
"Hurry now, (Y/N), we're already almost late!" Taylor says with a mouthful of cereal as she hauls yet another enormous bite into her mouth.
Following suit, I shovel the cereal into my mouth as fast as I can.
Taylor and I manage to make it down to the kitchen just as the last of the blue team is lining up.
Gordon Ramsay stands at the head of the kitchen looking eager. He bounces on his toes as he stands in front of us, hands clasped in front of him.
"Good morning, everyone!" he says cheerily.
"Good morning, Chef!" we shout back. If we are sleepy, at least our voices don't betray that.
"Bright eyed and bushy tailed I see!" Ramsay bounces on his toes again, his excitement is contagious. "We'll be needing quite a lot of prep work done today. Do whatever your sous chefs ask of you and help each other! Be sure to get it all done before dinner service at 6 tonight, right?" He scans the lineup of chefs.
"Yes, Chef!" we respond heartily.
"Excellent, I'll be in my office if anyone needs me. Go on then!" He claps his hands then turns around and takes the stairs to his office two at a time.

Prep work is grueling as usual, but Christina is an expert and whenever anyone struggles, she is right behind their shoulder to explain how to better accomplish their task. She never snaps at anyone (at least during prep) and it really helps everyone be calm.
Scott on the other hand, though just as helpful as Christina, would let the men know if someone had screwed up... loudly. Often, the red team would silently snicker about whatever insult Scott had hit the boys with. Scott's demeanor definitely got the job done, however, as the blue team finishes prep before us.
But that may have also been because Red just can't seem to chop the onions thin enough. There is a mountain of discarded onions by her cutting board. Her face is flushed and there are tears pricking her eyes- though that could have easily just been a side effect of chopping onions.
Christina makes her way to Red's side to check in on her.
"Hey, Mary, are you OK?" she asks worriedly to the petite chef.
"Y-Yeah. I'm... OK..." Red sniffles and avoids eye contact, her hands shaking as she preps yet another onion for cutting. Christina reaches out and stops her from continuing by holding the end of the knife, her hand over Red's. She looks concerned.
"Hon, are you alright for real? It's fine if you need to take a break. We have almost an hour before dinner service. I'll come to get you before Chef Ramsay gets here," she offers.
Red bows her head and turns towards Christina, nodding meekly. She then quietly moves past her and goes up to the dorm.
Kalyani quickly takes up Red's post and finishes chopping the onions expertly.
Dinner service looms ever closer on the horizon.
I look nervously at the blue kitchen. The boys are milling about chatting with each other, re-checking stations and discussing the menu with Scott. Our team seems more worried about gossiping.
"Do you think she broke down?" asks Bella to Cindy, obviously trying to have everyone hear her.
"About what? Dinner service hasn't even started. And I didn't see HER slicing her thumb in half!" Cindy retorts, motioning to her bandaged thumb. Bella nods, mm-hmming loudly.
Those two are nearly unbearable to have around. It pains me even further that if Red doesn't return, she'll be the one headed home instead of either of the drama queens.
Please come back, Red!
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