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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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Monday, June 24th, 2013
All of us filter into the dorm area for the first time since arriving at Hell's Kitchen, giddy to spend time with Chef Ramsay.
In the very center of the common area, there is a midsize kitchen with a large stainless steel refrigerator. The countertops have a coffee machine, knife set and a rack of spices available for us to use. Across from the fridge there is a raised bar area with six black bar stools tucked in place.
Not far from the bar stool area sits a large wooden table surrounded by sixteen chairs. There is also an extra large sofa- made to fit ten people or more- with four armchairs situated directly across from the couch. Not far from the sitting area, there's a weightlifting machine. In the far corner of the dorms the tiled floor shifts into wood surrounding a six person hot tub. That must be really nice to hang out in after a long and strenuous day.
I can hear a few chefs wondering among themselves as to what Ramsay will be preparing for us. As we get closer to the dorm's kitchen, I can see eight beautiful steaks resting on pans.
"I thought I would prepare a meal that would help everyone really get a leg up on not only the meat station but anywhere your culinary career takes you. Steaks are one of THE staple foods of any restaurant- and 'Gordon Ramsay's London Cuisine' is not exempt from that statement," Ramsay's voice comes in clear from the back of the line as all of the red team begin to sit down on the bar stools outside of the kitchen where they are still able to get a good view. Those that miss out on a bar stool drag chairs over to the sides of the kitchen so they can still watch.
"I was wondering if the tiebreaker of tonight would be interested in some hands-on learning with me?" he posits, looking to me for my answer with excited eyes.
"Yes, of course, Chef! I would love to help in any way I can," I respond eagerly, nodding.
He smiles widely and clasps his hands together, "Good! Let's get to work shall we?"
Ramsay takes two aprons off a nearby hook and hands me one, winking.
"This will be quick but there is a lot to learn. Feel free to ask me questions during any point," he addresses all of the red team as he approaches the steaks with me on his heels like an obedient pet.
"The very first step is to make sure that we have a hot pan. You never cook meat starting off in a cool pan, or it will not sear properly," he states as he flicks on the burners.
"It will take a bit to heat up, so in the meantime, let's season the steaks. You'll want to put on enough salt that it begins to almost look like too much. This helps get a crisp sear." He grabs a large pinch of salt for each steak that he seasons, and I follow suit, seasoning the steaks as quickly as I can. Our hands meet at the salt bowl multiple times, and Ramsay always lets me grab a pinch before him. A gentleman even in preparing food.
"Next up we'll want some large grains of pepper. Here you are dear, please season those for me?" he asks, handing me a pepper grinder.
I take the grinder with a nod and begin grinding out pepper onto the steaks. While I'm doing so, Ramsay addresses the red team once more.
"Now, one of the most important parts is a part I haven't shown you. Twenty minutes before you are ready to prepare your steak, you must remove them from the fridge. This helps them get to room temperature. If the steak is stone cold on the inside, you'll have to overcook the outside, which is just no good."
I finish seasoning the steaks and turn around to face Ramsay, who has his back to me. His shoulders are taught and his forearms are muscular as he motions to the red team while he speaks. I'm mesmerized until he turns back to face me.
"Ah, lovely. Well done, (Y/N)." He smiles at me and I smile back, trying to hide the fact I was just checking him out. Then I realize I was facing the entire red team while I stared at him... hopefully they just thought I was concentrating on... whatever he was just saying.
"It looks like our pans are hot, which is excellent. Let's just add a touch of olive oil to each. We'll be cooking two steaks to a pan today, which makes for four burners used at the same moment. I'll watch over two, and you watch the other two please." He points to the two burners at the right of the stove.
"Chef, is there a preferred cut of steak for this cooking method?" Kalyani asked from her bar stool seat, leaning forward to get a closer look.
"For this particular demonstration, I am cooking top sirloin steaks for you all. Top sirloin is known to be much more tender than standard sirloin. It should be a real treat. Of course, you should always adjust your cooking times to fit the thickness of your steak, but this method should work for any similar cut. Good question, Kalyani." He nods to her, then turns to me.
"Let's lay these steaks down to begin their sear, be sure to lay it away from yourself so no oil pops back at you." He lays his steaks down slowly into the oil and I follow along, keeping pace with him.
"Now, thirty seconds later, let's flip the steak and check out our sear. Here's your tongs, love." He hands me the tongs and takes a pair for himself.
We flip the steaks and the sear looks perfect on all of them. Some of the red team even clap as they see how lovely they look.
"Now after another thirty seconds have passed, we want to render the fat along the sides. Just take the tongs and lean the steaks up sideways in the pan. Now we lean the pan to the side, and let the oil run down and do the work for us." He expertly holds both pans to the side and I try to follow, but fall a bit behind due to never having cooked like this before. By the time I get my steaks on their side and begin rendering the fat, it appears he's already finished his.
He doesn't seem to mind my slowness and doesn't say anything to me about it. Rather, he moves off to the side and grabs a head of garlic and places it on a cutting board, crushing it with his palm to break it into cloves. He then takes each clove and just crushes it in his hand before adding one clove to each pan, including mine. I'd never seen anyone manage to crush a garlic clove with only their hands, and was quite amazed by his strength.
Finally, the sides of my steak finish rendering and I lay them down in the pan once more. The aroma of the garlic mixing with the meat is heavenly.
"Be sure to flip your steaks every minute, so that they get a nice even cook. Now, let's add a bit of thyme to the mix for a burst of delicious flavor." He takes the thyme and hands me some to add to my pans. I quickly add it in and continue flipping my steaks.
"Next up, I have some fresh butter which really brings the whole dish together." He adds about two tablespoons of butter to each pan and then passes me a spoon.
"Baste it with the butter and olive oil mixture and you'll really start to get an excellent steak with no burning whatsoever. Lastly, let's just take that garlic clove and rub it over the top to really seal in the flavor," he demonstrates.
"Now turn off the gas and let's remove the steaks from the pan."
I managed to catch up to him while he was crushing the garlic cloves, so I am ready to remove my steaks at the same time as he is. We place the steaks on two cutting boards.
"Now you should let them rest for a few minutes. (Y/N), thank you for your assistance. I couldn't have done it without you." He beams and reaches out to shake my hand.
Taking his hand in mine, I feel his thumb gently rub against the back of my hand, away from where the red team can see. It makes me feel hot under my collar, but it most likely doesn't mean anything. Either way, I break eye contact, unable to keep from getting hotter if I were to keep looking into his bright blue eyes.
"Please take a seat with the others and I will come 'round to serve you." He releases my hand and turns to the cabinets.
Quickly I shuffle into place with the rest of the ladies, many of whom are still staring at him as he reaches up to grab plates from one of the highest cabinets. I notice Gina is watching his ass very carefully, her tongue stuck out between her lips ever so slightly. Bella is resting her tits on the table most likely fishing for more attention while she watches Ramsay's muscular arms move with efficiency.
When he turns back to us, Gina quickly pulls her tongue back into her mouth and makes like she was studying her fingernails instead. Bella, however, has no shame and continues to watch Ramsay like a hungry lioness. Or maybe like a cow, considering her udders are laid out in plain sight of everyone.
"I bet you're happy you aren't the blue team right now. You all saw the state of the kitchen!" He mimes wiping away sweat to the laughter of many of the girls. He then takes the plates and slides them towards each of us, stopping at Bella to give her a chance to move her breasts off the table first, an exasperated look in his eyes.
"Your most delicious steaks will be ready in a moment, I'm just going to cut them." He grabs a sharp, glinting knife and expertly cuts into the tender meat. He then slides the steak onto the top of the knife and holds it there, bringing it to my plate and sliding it off carefully.
He carries on and eventually serves all of us. After serving, he pulls up a chair from the dining room table to the opposite side of the kitchen bar table and turns it so it's back is to us. He sits in the chair backward, his arms crossed and resting on the top rail of the backrest, legs are spread apart on each side of the chair. I couldn't help my mind from wandering to straddling him on that chair... I quickly look down to my steak and attempt to cleanse my mind before I get too worked up.
What is this? Why am I thinking like this? I always knew he was my idol, but I didn't really think of him sexually until I was here... mere inches from him... getting his intense but caring attention.
"Is the steak alright, my darling? You haven't touched much," he addresses me with concern, causing me to have to look at him again.
"Oh yes, Chef, it's absolutely delicious. I was just, uh, trying to cement everything you've taught me to memory is all," I say somewhat shakily, trying desperately to keep a clean mind. His eyes bore into me like he could read my mind. Oh good God, I surely hope not.
Thankfully his piercing eyes are moved off of my increasingly red face when Cindy chimes in with a rude remark.
"I wish I had gotten one of the steaks that Chef Ramsay made," she jeers, flicking a bit of the steak around her plate.
"What's the problem with the one that (Y/N) made, Cindy?" Ramsay probes.
"It's not cooked right. The side of fat isn't rendered properly." She forks a piece and holds it up for Ramsay's inspection. He leans up in the chair and examines it for a moment before scoffing.
"Cindy, that's expertly done. You're just looking to nitpick. If you can't tell that that steak is cooked to perfection, I'm worried about seeing what you'll fuck up on the meat station. If you don't want to eat it, give it to me. I know (Y/N) cooked it impeccably," he holds his hand out for the plate, much to Cindy's surprise.
Hesitantly, she hands the plate over as if she really didn't want to in the first place. Ramsay takes it and sets it down on the countertop in front of him and begins eating.
"Fucking delicious, (Y/N). Don't listen to Cindy, she's got marbles in her brain, it seems." He glares at Cindy before taking another bite, "Besides, I told you I wish I could eat more of your cooking and now I am getting to much sooner than I expected. So thank you for that." His glare is immediately transformed into appreciation when he looks back to me.
I can barely stand all the praise I've been getting. Sheepishly, I look down at my plate once more. I feel the woman who's been sitting next to me, Taylor, put her hand on my back and rub it.
"Nice work (Y/N), I agree, it's delicious." Her soft smile helps pull me out of my embarrassment.
"Thank you, both of you. I'm glad you like it," I address Taylor and Ramsay.
The rest of the dinner flies by quickly. Ramsay makes jokes and gets us all laughing. By the time we finish, the blue team finally starts filtering into the dorms, looking haggard.
"That's my cue ladies, I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow morning. We're having service tomorrow, so be sure to study your recipe booklets carefully. Good night, everyone." He nods as he stands up to leave and brushes past the blue team without a word.
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