Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 21: Reprimanding the Alpha
Karl

I cross my arms and take a glance around the kitchen. The tiles sparkle like they’re brand new, and the

entire place smells like lemon cleaning solution; I’ve just finished mopping the floor, and although I

would never admit it to anyone, it’s… the first time I’ve ever used a mop.

“Maybe I’m a bit out of my depth here,” I think to myself as I look around. “But I want to do a good job.

For Abby.”

I might not know a great deal about mopping floors, but I do know a lot about running a business. I just

hope that Abby will let me help more in the future. She said she doesn’t need another leader, but that

doesn’t mean that I can’t give her ideas, right?

“Karl,” Abby shouts from across the kitchen, her voice commanding over the din of kitchen noises. “Put

the mop away. We need you over here cleaning dishes.”

She points to the growing pile of dishes on the far counter, then the dishwasher beside it. Ethan had

given me a long-winded tutorial on how the machine worked earlier, but I was really hoping to avoid

that particular job. The idea of touching soggy food and getting hot water all over myself isn’t the most

appealing of ideas, but I know that it needs to be done.

I nod and return the mop to the place I found it. The current dishwasher meets me at the back sink,

where the dirty plates are overflowing.

“Excess food goes in there,” he says, pointing to a nearby garbage bin. “You scrape that off and I’ll

rinse.” Until now, he’s been doing all three jobs himself. It’s clear he’s struggling to keep up with the

never-ending piles of dirty plates that the busboys keep bringing in.

“Geez,” I think to myself. If Abby was worried about losing business and having to close down, she

needn’t have bothered. Now that the place is up and running again, the dinner rush has been nonstop.

Without a word, the dishwasher hands me one of the plates. There’s a half-eaten steak on top, gravy

everywhere, what looks like mashed potatoes that someone swirled around with their fork before

deciding that they didn’t want them. I can’t help but scrunch up my nose at the mess; who orders a

steak and then only eats half of it? It feels like a waste.

dishwasher, wanting to fill the silence as

it.

nod, taking Jack’s name to memory. I’ve always been good with names,

the kitchen down. “Here, Jack,” I

and points at the garbage again. “What’s wrong with it?” I

at the plate. I’ve already scraped

look. “There’s still mashed

to gum up my dishwasher or

dishwasher’s attitude, but I decide not to argue. “Erm,

good scrape over the trash can. When I’m satisfied, I turn

he just makes another face, snat ches it out of my hand, and scrapes it

sigh of annoyance at Jack’s attitude. But I’m determined

there’s too much on the

go to that party

less time rinsing off each plate,” I say,

don’t start moving faster, the dirty plates are going to start

over us.

a look that makes me bristle. “You have to

crusted to the plates.”

the plates ready for you a

should rinse them.”

“That wouldn’t make sense.”

it next to the

I say we do it

filled with annoyance.

before I can,

to his work, and I brace myself for more orders or a solid

the sweat from my

says. “He’s busy and you’re

but frown. “I was just trying to make the process more

smirks and points back at the dishwasher. “It’s your job

a dishwasher before, and you haven’t. Just do what he

bet.”

that’s what she wants, then I’ll

Even if it’s stupid.

…

Abby

He’s focused on his work, scraping food scraps into the garbage. I watch him

brows pulling together. He’s saying something to Jack that I can’t hear,

on

opinion on. For some

not the one in charge

just who he is. He’s used to being in charge, and dominance is

up, it’s going to

could use a little bit of humility in his

dog everywhere he goes. Restaurant kitchens always

which is part of the reason why I