Hell's Smitten | By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Tuesday, June 25th, 2013
Most of the girls and I sit around on the couches waiting to be called down for the blue team's elimination. Cindy taps my shoulder and jerks her neck to the side to signal that I should follow her.
She takes me into the hallway and puts her hand on my arm.
"Thank you so much for keeping Chef Ramsay off my case today. I know I'd be up for elimination if it weren't for you. Let me know if there's any way I can repay you. Thank you." She sounds sincere while her grip on my arm tightens and her nails dig into my skin.
"Of course Cindy, I'll keep that in mind. Really it's no problem," I respond carefully, trying to nonchalantly remove my arm from her vice grip.
Cindy smiles gratefully at me and releases my arm, which had a white imprint of her fingers on it for a few seconds before normal blood flow resumed. I rub my arm to facilitate getting feeling back while I walk back towards the couch.
My journey to the couch is cut short by the telephone ringing! It is on a stand in the middle of the room, and since I an the only one who is still standing up, I go for it.
"Hello, it's time for the blue team's elimination. Would you ladies gather in the dining room, please?" Ramsay's voice comes in clear over the phone.
"Of course Chef, we'll be right down," I answer.
"Lovely, thank you, (Y/N). See you soon." his smooth British accent always makes my name sound extra beautiful. It also makes me somewhat giddy to know that he recognizes me over the phone just by my voice.
"Come on ladies, Chef has called us down to get seated before the elimination happens," I address the girls.
They all stand up, Gina especially, she bounces right off the couch without even using her hands and takes the lead down the hallway towards the stairs.
Taylor waits for me to approach her then walks down the stairs with me.
"I can't believe we actually did well on our very first service. How often does that happen?" she chats.
"Not very!" I respond, laughing a bit, "hopefully we can keep it up. We've never seen an all-female final five yet but we might have the makings for it!" I look at Taylor, who smileds and nods her agreement.
"So long as you and I make it to the end, I'll be happy," she adds right as we enter the dining room. Everyone goes silent as we gather in a booth together.
About two minutes later, the blue team file in looking haggard. Many of them are making sour faces at each other as they line up in a typical fashion to wait for Ramsay.
Just a few moments later, Ramsay enters the dining room and walks until he is about twelve feet away from the blue team. He clasps his hands together in front of him.
"Well, blue team. I trust you've come to a consensus?" he asks, eyes scanning the men.
There are a few nods from the blue team, to which he responds, "Great. Alex, your first nominee and why, please."
Alex clears his throat before responding, "yes Chef. We decided on Dave as our first pick. He really dropped the ball on appetizers by not prepping enough scallops for dinner service."
Ramsay nods, "right, and your second nominee?"
"Our second nominee is me, Chef," Alex sighs, "my team decided that I had one too many screwed up risottos."
"Don't forget the part where you tried to argue with me over how to make my own fucking food menu," Chef Ramsay adds, his eyes piercing.
"Yes, Chef. That too." Alex drops his gaze like a dog being reprimanded.
"OK. Dave. Alex. Come here," he points his finger in front of himself and waits for them to approach.
"Dave, please tell me why you deserve to stay in Hell's Kitchen." Gordon shifts his shoulders back and crosses his arms, listening.
"Well Chef, I know I made a big mistake by not prepping enough scallops- but I KNOW I'm not the worst chef here," Dave states, getting a bit worked up.
"Who is the worst chef on your team then, Dave?" Ramsay inquires.
"Alex, Chef. Not only did he over and then under-cook the risotto, but he also started an argument with you about it. That's not how you learn and improve."
To this there was a small nod from Ramsay, he tilts his head a bit as if considering Dave's words. "Right, then Alex please tell me why you deserve to stay in Hell's Kitchen."
"Chef, you gotta give me another chance. I'm a high-level chef who's worked on the line for eight years. I know what I am doing, I just let my nerves get to me. Please Chef..." he pleads.
Chef Ramsay stands for a moment, then uncrosses his arms and places his palms together in front of him.
"The person leaving Hell's Kitchen today is...." he eyes the two men in front of him for a moment then points at one, "Alex, bring me your jacket. Sorry, but just because you have experience on the line doesn't mean you know how to prepare my menu better than I do. You should've come here to learn, not pick fights. I can't have that kind of animosity in the kitchen."
Alex hangs his head and removes his jacket, handing it over to Ramsay who takes it and folds it over his arm.
"Goodbye, and good luck," Ramsay adds as Alex wordlessly exits the building.
"Dave, I expect you to step it up from now on, right? I don't want to see you in front of me again for something as basic as prep. You hear me?" his eyes bore into Dave.
"Of course Chef. You can count on me." Dave nods seriously, then turns to rejoin the blue team lineup.
"Great, get some sleep everyone. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Goodnight." Ramsay waves the blue team off, then comes to stand next to the booth that the red team had gathered at.
"I see great leadership qualities in a few of you and I'd like to hear your voices more in the kitchen. Make my job a little easier and help each other out, right? Good work red team. Keep it up." He then opens one arm towards the stairs in a gesture for us to head back to the dorms.
"Yes, Chef!" we shout all together as we make our way back to the stairs.
Taylor starts chatting to me once more, but I'm not really paying attention. I look behind myself and see that Ramsay is still watching me. His hands are held together in front of himself, but he raises two fingers and dips his head to me with a dazzling grin.
Taylor notices me not paying attention and turns her head to follow my gaze, but Ramsay had already turned away and began walking up the steps to his office.
She pokes me in the rib with her elbow, "Hey, (Y/N), you know he's married right?" she asks, causing me to choke a bit as I turn back to face her.
"Uh, yeah I know that. I didn't mean anything by..." but Taylor raises her hand dismissively.
"Hey, it's a tough gig and everyone needs a break sometimes," she gives me a knowing smile and leans in close to my ear to whisper, "even if it's just staring at some eye candy. 'Sides, I think he likes you too. A little innocent flirting never hurt anyone."
My face flushes red, which I'm sure gives away what Taylor has already deduced.
I most definitely have a crush on Gordon Ramsay.
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