Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 13- Red Alert

Thursday, June 27th, 2013

My eyelids flutter, and Taylor's bright brown eyes meet mine.

I jolt awake, sitting up in bed.

"What the hell, Taylor? You scared the shit outta me," I whisper harshly. She kneels next to my bed with her face a few inches from mine, her curly brown hair wild and unkempt. I look around the room and see that everyone else is still asleep. The analog clock beside me reads 5:23 am.

She looks bashful for a moment, before sliding me a notepad.

On it, she'd written–

Did you and Ramsay do anything when he took you to the bathroom yesterday?

I quickly hold the notepad at an angle where the cameras won't be able to pick it up.

Taylor slides a pen over the top of the notepad and looks at me eagerly.

I pause for a moment before writing out my response–

Sort of...

Sliding the notepad back to her, she takes the pen and scribbles out–

OMG, I knew it. You're so naughty! I knew he liked you. What are you going to do now?

Thinking for a moment, I then respond–

I honestly have no idea. I can't even ask what he meant by... what happened. It's maddening. All these cameras and microphones everywhere are making getting any actual info on wtf is going on between us a near impossibility.

Taylor reads over the response and nods before writing–

Well, I'll cover for you girl. You need anything you just let me know. I'll try to help the best I can.

I draw a heart on the page in response. She smiles at me before tearing the paper off the page and leaving for the restroom. Shortly thereafter, I hear the toilet flush. Thank goodness she isn't taking any chances on anyone coming across our conversation.

When she returns, she smiles at me then slides back in her bed. I return the smile, then roll over in bed and try to catch some shut eye before the morning prep work.

The morning comes too soon, unfortunately, as the women in the dorm start rousing around 6:40 am. I sit on the edge of my bed brushing my hair when I hear a voice from the common area.

"Morning everyone!" the muffled voice shouts.

Quickly hopping off the edge of the bed, I go through the door to the main room and see Sous Chef Christina standing there with her arms crossed and a big smile on her face. Behind her, Cindy stands silently, not sharing Christina's enthusiasm.

"You have no idea how satisfying it is for me to be the one to wake all of you up this time. Your fellow chef Cindy has returned from the hospital and getting her stitches done. She'll be joining us all for prep and service today. We have a big day ahead of us, so let's get moving!" Christina happily skips backward before turning on her heel and exiting the dorms, leaving Cindy standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

I scan the room for Taylor and see her snacking on some cereal before prep. I scoot out a chair next to her and sit down, pouring out my own bowl.

"Hurry now, (Y/N), we're already almost late!" Taylor says with a mouthful of cereal as she hauls yet another enormous bite into her mouth.

Following suit, I shovel the cereal into my mouth as fast as I can.

Taylor and I manage to make it down to the kitchen as the last of the blue team is lining up.