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

fits her great. She’s wearing

issue with her, and I certainly haven’t.

the single tattoo on her wrist, she looks like all my other

off her face and

her to the door. She

corner. He doesn’t look at her as she strides

barely containing

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

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

“My office, now.”

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

on him. “Did you tell

see everything. I’m sure

waitress wandering around looking like a

he can utter the word that

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

I would have mentioned it to her myself. It’s not your

directly to my employees.”

crosses his arms. “This is supposed

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

hired her that she was worried the others would treat

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

probably reignited those

dismissively, shrugging. “If that’s what

treating my employees like this. You’re not in charge

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

—”

stop myself before those words can come out. Like when we were together. But

out his outdated views on modesty

but I can’t

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

let out an exasperated sigh. “Just… Keep

run this place. I

“Fine,” he says.

I reply, narrowing my

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

so slightly. “Is that all?” he

back to

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Karl

shoulders tense. Behind us, one of the chefs laughs

I think his name is John, or Jim

I haven’t committed

what I do care about is how

could ignore it, but I’m already tense tonight,

that you pay so much

just trying to help her, but of

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

needed it after the day

clearly still upset with me, and it puts me on

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

I should have to take

age but also probably half my

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