Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 92- The Thirteenth Dinner Service Part 2/3

Wednesday, July 17th, 2013

"Mary, you've done enough damage. Clear off, would you? Bella, let's see if you can recover this shitfest," Gordon calls Bella over, who leaves the meat station with a skip. Red sheepishly slides into her apps station while Christina heads to take over Bella's spot, though I'm sure Abel could handle meats on his own.

"Sorry, guys," Red apologizes as she clears off her station for the next order.

"It's alright, keep your head up," I try to keep her driving towards the finish line, but her overall demeanor screams defeat. Still, she takes a few deep breaths and nods at me once.

"Guys! Hey! The next ticket is in! Table twenty-eight, two stuffed mushroom, one scallop, one Caesar salad!!!" Bella screeches from the pass. All of our heads whip to her, but we're not the only ones. Nearly every patron in the dining room also turns to look towards the source of the banshee wail. The dining room goes nearly silent.

"Bella, what the fuck?" Gordon's face is twisted in agony having been right next to her as she shrieked out the ticket.

"I- I'm trying to be assertive, Chef." Bella looks at Gordon with confusion.

"Assertive is fine, a fucking tornado siren is not! The diners are trying to enjoy a meal, they didn't sign up to attend a screamo concert." Gordon uncovers his ears uneasily, as if he expects her to start up again.

"Sorry," Bella timidly calls out to us at a much more reasonable volume. The chatter in the dining room starts up again hesitantly.

"Erm, so, about those two mushroom, one scallop, one salad... how long?" Bella asks us.

"Seven minutes, Chef," Red responds.

"Good, alright." Bella taps her foot.

"Well?" Gordon prompts her.

"Hm?" she mumbles, staring out into the kitchen.

"Are you going to prep the mushroom and scallop plates, or are you expecting me to do everything?"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry, I was being a supervisor." She starts to move plates around and set them out.

"All well and good, but you still have to do your head chef duties. I'm not kidding when I say I'll leave you here to do the entire thing yourself if I feel like you aren't stepping up," Gordon threatens, to which she nods.

We bring up the order with no problems and Bella sends it out, looking happy.

"We're onto entrees, guys! Nice, OK, so let's get one beef Wellington, one New York strip, and one salmon for table sixteen!" Bella calls.

"Yes, Chef!" we respond, getting to work. Red leaves apps and becomes a floater, moving around between stations to help where she can.

"How long on that Wellie, Abel?" I ask.

He looks up at me, his light blue eyes locking onto mine. "How about fifteen minutes?"

I swallow, feeling my temperature rise a bit. "Oh, yeah, that's good."

"Excellent." He grins, turning to his New York strip.

If I look to my left there's Abel and if I look to my right, there's Gordon. Either way I glance, I can't help my eyes from wandering to them, so I keep my head down and focus on my salmon so I don't get distracted.

We bring up the food to the pass and I watch carefully to see if Christina has sabotaged any of the meat. Honestly, even if she did sabotage it, she'd have to be extra sneaky to slip it past Abel.