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 nice, subtle

her, and I certainly haven’t.

wrist, she looks

off her face

the door. She strides across the kitchen

the counter in the corner. He doesn’t look at her as

containing my

me, his eyebrows going up. Chloe’s standing with Ethan

face that she’s enjoying

“My office, now.”

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

me.I whirl on him. “Did you tell

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

waitress wandering around looking like a

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

that matter. And for the record, if I had an issue with

it to her myself. It’s not your place to

directly to my employees.”

is supposed to be a high-class

if some of my employees have bigger boobs than others.”

hired her that she was worried the others would treat

used to do. I don’t think any of them know, but

probably reignited those

dismissively, shrugging. “If that’s what

treating my employees like this. You’re not in charge here,” I growl.

that you pay so much attention to what women wear.

—”

can come out. Like

out his outdated views on

anymore, but I can’t bring

else to say, Abby?” he asks, folding

my nose and let out an exasperated sigh. “Just… Keep your

run

“Fine,” he says.

I reply, narrowing my

me for a moment. His eyes are cold, but I can sense that

spot ever so slightly. “Is that all?” he

back to

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Karl

tense. Behind us, one of the chefs

laughs I think I might have ever heard. I think his name is John, or Jim

in the kitchen whose name I haven’t committed to memory.

care. But what I do care about is how

could ignore it, but I’m already tense tonight, and John isn’t helping.

that you pay so much

said. Geez. I was just trying to help her, but of course, I’m the one who got chewed out.

that, I’m still a little hungover after indulging a bit

it after the day I

clearly still upset with me, and it puts me on edge. She

to tell me to work with Jack again. I could tell by the way she said

why I should have to take orders from a dishwasher

only half my age but also probably half

or whatever his name is roars out another laugh, causing my