Gordon Ramsay x Reader - Can you feel the lamb sauce tonight?

Well what was i supposed to do with the instant noodles?

The food had came out. I was literally quaking. The pork chop, with the lamb sauce, was served last. The most terrifying of them all...
I served him the plate, garnished with only the best garnishes. Only to realize, when I got to Gordon, the garnishes were spoiled and the lamb sauce was dry and crusty, like my receding hairline. I was timid and quickly slipped the plate onto the table, then swiftly turned around and started to sprint but before I could, he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.
"Can I... offer a tip?" He whispered and then shot me with a wink. He handed me a $10, which I slowly slipped from his fingertips, moisturized with gold bond. Lucious fingertips, I thought. Gordon let go of the money, and I was awaken from my finger-trance. I marched back to the kitchen and looked happily at my tip. I clutched it in my fingertips, and it was almost like feeling his. I was burning up, my cheeks red and hot as he ate the food. He stood up, disgusted. I was, too. He stomped towards our kitchen, and I reverted back to my timidness. I clutched the money even harder, and he marched right up to me. Looking closely at my features, he grabs me by the shoulders and whispers in my ear: "The lamb sauce... can you feel it tonight?"
I was S H O O K
"What do you m-mean?" I quivered. His lifeless eyes made the world around me disappear.
"Go out with me."