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

She’s wearing nice, subtle makeup, and

of my customers have had an issue with her, and

the single tattoo on her wrist,

off her face

to the door. She strides across the kitchen with her head down,

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

containing my anger this

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

face that she’s enjoying this.

“My office, now.”

and crosses the kitchen. I lead

whirl on him. “Did you tell Daisy to button

everything. I’m sure your

around looking like a

before he can utter the word that I

that, or any woman for that matter. And for the

mentioned it to her myself. It’s not

directly to my employees.”

“This is supposed to be a high-class

have bigger boobs than others.” I know he must have struck

with Daisy. She told me when I hired her that she

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

probably reignited those

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

like this. You’re not

it’s gross that you pay so much attention to what women wear.

—”

Like when we

wore, taking out his outdated views on modesty on

can’t bring it up

you have something else to say, Abby?” he asks,

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

don’t run this

“Fine,” he says.

reply, narrowing

moment. His eyes are cold,

slightly. “Is that all?” he

back

______

Karl

plate, my shoulders tense. Behind us, one of the chefs laughs one of

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

name I haven’t committed

care about is how infuriating that

it, but I’m already tense tonight, and

that you pay so much

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

indulging a bit too much last night in a

But I needed it after

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

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

I should have to

age but also probably half my intelligence

his name is roars out another laugh, causing my