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

wearing

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

her wrist, she

She wipes off her face and stands

stand up too and follow her to the door. She strides across the kitchen with her

counter in the corner. He doesn’t look

barely containing my anger this

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

that she’s enjoying this.

“My office, now.”

crosses the kitchen. I lead the way into my office, and he follows, closing

behind me.I whirl on him. “Did you tell Daisy to button up

everything. I’m sure your customers noticed it too. It’s

waitress wandering around looking

he can utter the word that I hate the most. “Don’t you

that matter. And for the record,

her myself. It’s not

directly to my employees.”

crosses his arms. “This is supposed

if some of my employees have bigger boobs than others.” I know he must have

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

they found out what she used to do. I don’t think any of them know,

reignited

dismissively, shrugging. “If that’s

employees like this. You’re not in

much attention to what women wear. It’s just

—”

come out. Like

issue with what I wore, taking out his outdated views on modesty

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

he asks, folding

out an exasperated sigh. “Just…

don’t run this

“Fine,” he says.

I reply,

at me for a moment. His eyes are

spot ever so slightly. “Is that

Get back

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Karl

my shoulders tense. Behind us,

ever heard. I think his name is

haven’t committed

care. But what I do care about is how infuriating that man

tense tonight, and John isn’t helping. On

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

Geez. I was just trying to help her, but of course, I’m the

hungover after indulging a bit too much last night in a rather expensive bottle

it after the day

puts me on edge. She barely greeted me when

me to work with Jack again. I could tell by

her patience with me. I just don’t see why I should have to take orders from a

half my age but also probably half

name is roars out another laugh, causing