Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 10- Fillet Me, Daddy

Wednesday, June 26th, 2013

Hell's Kitchen comes into view as the men finish piling the fish-filled coolers onto the deck. Pietro, Scott, and Christina stand on the front steps of the restaurant and wave at us as we approach.

When the truck pulls our boat into the parking lot, Ramsay throws the knotted rope ladder and makes his way down. Dave sees his opportunity to be useful and heads halfway down the rope ladder, then holds his hands out for the coolers to be passed downwards. Garrett and Shaun make quick work of moving them off the boat, and soon enough they are cleared from the deck.

I am one of the first to climb down the ladder once the fish is transported. Ramsay stands at the base of the ladder and helps me down, resting his hand on the small of my back for support.

Everyone who has disembarked from the boat has started to carry the coolers inside. Reluctantly, I leave Ramsay's side to help others.

"EEEEEEEE!!" comes a high pitched squeal from behind me. I whip my head to see Bella held in Ramsay's arms, her foot tangled in the rope ladder.

Bella's face is flushed, but she takes the moment of being held to turn her chest into his, pressing her large breasts against him. Her cat-like eyes peer at me from over his shoulder as she does so, taunting me. I feel jealousy rise in my chest like a pot boiling over.

"Clumsy sod!" Chef Ramsay chastises Bella as Dave hurriedly removes the rope from her.

As soon as the rope is gone, Ramsay lets go of Bella. She looks flustered, but the embarrassment on her face quickly shifts to something closer to lust.

"Sorry, Chef. You know how blondes are. Clumsy me!" she jokes, shrugging while she flips her bleached hair over her shoulder and bats her eyelashes at him.

"Not really, Bella," Ramsay states, "in case you haven't noticed, I am blond as well, and I haven't made a fool out of myself. Let's hope you're less ungainly in the kitchen." He stops for a moment and then adds, "if blonde is even your true hair color."

He then makes to peer at the roots of her hair, to which she shrugs away.

"Get to helping the others move the coolers you blundering twit," Gordon says as he turns away from her and back to help the last few people down the ladder.

Bella sees me standing at the base of the steps to Hell's Kitchen and gives me a predatory smile as she brushes past me, grabbing one end of a cooler Gina is working to lift. As she lifts her side, she leans towards me and hisses into my ear,

"Someday soon, Ramsay is going to appreciate my... 'assets'. I have a lot to offer him. Unlike you." The glint in her eye is vicious as she turns away from me and carries a cooler inside with Gina.

The jealousy I had felt earlier multiplies by ten and I become restless. Trying to quell my inner torment, I grab a cooler and single-handedly carry it into the kitchen. It is extremely heavy but the hatred I feel towards Bella could have empowered me to flip a car over at that moment.

As the last of the coolers are brought in, Ramsay approaches the head of the kitchen. Bella moves herself to stand in front of me as Chef begins speaking. I scoff and step further back, moving until I am next to Taylor instead. Taylor seems to have noticed how Bella has been acting towards me and gives me a knowing glance.

"Right, chefs. This will be your second challenge. We'll be cleaning, gutting and then finally filleting all the fish we caught. Right now, our sous chefs are separating out the fish. Each of you will have one fish, so don't screw it up. For this challenge, each filet must be perfect to earn a point for your team. If I notice anything at all off about it, you will not receive a point. Do I make myself clear?"