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

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

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

tattoo on her wrist, she looks like

She wipes off her face and stands

and follow her to the door. She strides across the

corner. He

containing my anger this

looks at me, his eyebrows going up. Chloe’s standing

face that she’s enjoying this. She

“My office, now.”

puts down his rag and crosses the kitchen. I lead

on him. “Did you tell Daisy to button up her

see everything. I’m sure

around looking

him before he can utter the word that I

like that, or any woman for that matter. And

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

directly to my employees.”

arms. “This is supposed to be

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

told me when I hired her that she was worried the

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

reignited

dismissively, shrugging. “If that’s what

to stop treating my employees like

you pay so much attention to what women wear. It’s

—”

those words can come out. Like when we were together. But it’s

some issue with what I wore, taking out his outdated views on

can’t bring it up here.

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

pinch the bridge of my nose and let out an exasperated sigh.

run

“Fine,” he says.

I reply,

His eyes are cold, but I can sense that

so slightly. “Is that all?” he

Get back

______

Karl

Jack another plate, my shoulders tense. Behind us, one

heard. I think his name is

left in the kitchen whose name I haven’t committed to memory. I don’t know,

I do care about is how

tonight, and John isn’t helping. On

gross that you pay so

help her, but of course, I’m the one who

bit too much last night in a rather expensive

But I needed it after the day I

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

Jack again. I could tell by the way she said it that

I should have

half my age but also probably half my

name is roars