Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 22: The Crude Chef
“Oh, go d,” I think to myself when I see the look on Daisy’s face. “What did he do this time?”

“What happened?” I should have gone over there when I saw him talking to her. I knew he was up to

something, sticking his nose in something that he shouldn’t be, but I guess I gave him the benefit of the novelbin

doubt when I shouldn’t have.

“He told me to button my shirt up,” she says.

“He told you to… what?” I ask, genuinely confused.

Daisy nods. “He said it was too low. I buttoned it up, but he keeps giving me dirty looks now.”

I didn’t notice it before, but she’s got the collar practically buttoned to her throat. Usually, she wears it

with a few buttons undone, like a lot of my waitresses do. For one, it’s way more comfortable. The

collars are tight, and they’re a little scratchy. I’ve been meaning to replace them for some time now.

And secondly, as s hit ty as it seems, having a little sex appeal is Waitressing 101. It’s a good way to get

tips, and I’d never look down on my servers for doing what they can to make extra money.

“Did he say anything else?” I ask, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. I don’t want her to think it’s

directed at her.

Daisy pauses. “He… said this is a classy place, and that I shouldn’t show so much cleavage,” she

says, staring down at her lap as she fiddles with the hem of her skirt. “I’m sorry, Abby. I didn’t know.”

“Don’t apologize,” I say.

She sniffles again, and I reach behind me for my box of tissue. I hand it to her, and she gives me a

grateful look.

“I’m sorry for crying,” she says before blowing her nose. “I just don’t want you to think I don’t take my

job seriously. Some of the other waitresses do the same thing. I just have bigger boobs than them.”

“Don’t worry about it, Daisy,” I reassure her. “The way you were wearing your shirt before was fine. You

must be uncomfortable with it buttoned up like that.” From what I remember, she didn’t even have

cleavage on display. The dress shirt just hugs her boobs more than some of the smaller girls.

“Are you sure?” she murmurs, wiping her nose with the tissue.

I nod. “I’m positive. Don’t listen to him; wear your shirt however you want.”

With a small smile, Daisy hesitantly unbuttons two buttons and pauses, clearing waiting for my verdict.

I nod. “That’s fine, Daisy.”

“I know this is a classy place, and I’m not a classy person–”

“You look very classy, Daisy,” I say, cutting her off. It’s not a lie. She has her blonde hair up in a tight

her great. She’s wearing nice, subtle makeup, and looks clean

had an issue with her, and I certainly haven’t. Other than being

and the single tattoo on her wrist,

off her face

door. She strides across the kitchen

counter in the corner. He doesn’t

say, barely containing my anger this

me, his eyebrows going up. Chloe’s standing with Ethan on the other side

can tell by the expression on her face that she’s enjoying this. She really has

“My office, now.”

crosses the kitchen. I lead

on him. “Did you tell Daisy to button

shrugs. “Yeah, so? I could see everything. I’m sure your customers noticed

wandering around looking like

he can utter the word

for that matter. And for

mentioned it to her myself. It’s not your

directly to my employees.”

“This is supposed to be a

it is, even if some of my employees have bigger boobs than others.” I know

Daisy. She told me when I hired her that she was worried the others would

used to do. I

reignited those

he says dismissively, shrugging. “If that’s what you want, then

way, you have to stop treating my employees like this. You’re not

so much attention to

—”

words can come out. Like when

I wore, taking out his outdated views on modesty on me. I

anymore, but I can’t bring it up here. Not at

say, Abby?” he asks, folding his arms. “Or can

bridge of my nose and let out an exasperated

run

“Fine,” he says.

I reply,

eyes are cold, but I can sense

so slightly. “Is that all?” he

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Karl

shoulders tense. Behind us,

think his name is John, or Jim

the kitchen whose name I haven’t

what I do care

tense tonight, and John isn’t helping. On one

ringing in my ears. “It’s gross that you

her, but of course, I’m

I’m still a little hungover after indulging a bit too much last night

But I needed it after

upset with me, and it puts me on edge. She barely

only said enough to tell me to work with Jack again. I could tell

me. I just don’t see why I should have to take

but also probably half

whatever his name is roars out another laugh,