Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 6- Elimination

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.

I try to nonchalantly remove my arm from her vice grip. I don't think she realizes how much pain she's causing me as she continues to squeeze.

"Of course Cindy, I'll keep that in mind. Really it's no problem," I respond as I feel my arm tingle from lack of blood.

Cindy smiles gratefully at me and releases my arm, which has a white imprint of her fingers on it for a few seconds before normal blood flow resumes. 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 am 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."

"Lovely, thank you, (Y/N). See you soon." His smooth British accent 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. Well, all except for Gina, who bounces right off the couch without using her hands and takes the lead down the hallway towards the stairs.

Taylor waits for me to approach her and 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 laugh 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 smiles 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 files 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.

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?" His eyes scan the men.

There are a few nods from the blue team.

"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."