You stared as Gordom rushed around the kitchen. Taking out the meat. A huge silver bowl, and many more ingredients. You were making hand made burgers or something. You forgot to be honest. Apparently your perverted ass was to busy staring at that gorgeous ass. Honestly what the fuck person! Then again, you aren't the first to admire those beautiful lumps everyone calls his ass.

     Gordon instructed you to mix the ingredients. Gulping you stuck your hands in. You stuck your hands in the bowl. You stuck your hands in the bowl! Okay, you. Stuck. Your. Hands. In. The. Bowl. "The hell you doing!" Gordon asked. Him and author-chan confused as hell why you aren't moving your damn hands! "I think they're stuck. It's hard to move my arms!" You wailed in agony. When in reality you were either being weaker than a 50 year old chef or you weren't even trying.

      By the time Gordon held down the bowl and pulled out your hands with ease, you realized it was the latter. With a nervous chuckle you tried again. AND GREAT JOB! You smacked the ill tempered old chef in the balls. Just- what. The. Fuck. You are bad at this. Like, really bad. Anyway Gordon nearly toppled over clenching his teeth in pain. Welp, time to cook something else that doesn't involve mixing things in bowls!

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sorry my insomnia has been getting way worse lately so updates will be very slow.