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

an issue with her,

the single tattoo on her wrist, she looks like all

wipes off her

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

counter in the corner. He doesn’t look at

containing

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

her face that

“My office, now.”

and crosses the kitchen. I lead

on him. “Did you

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

a waitress wandering around looking like

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

like that, or any woman for that matter. And for the record, if I had an

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

directly to my employees.”

is supposed

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

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

probably reignited those

restaurant,” he says dismissively, shrugging. “If that’s what you want,

employees like this. You’re not in charge here,”

pay so much attention to what women wear. It’s just like when we

—”

words can come out. Like

wore, taking out his outdated views on modesty on me. I

I can’t bring it up here. Not

you have something else to say, Abby?” he asks, folding his arms. “Or can I get back

pinch the bridge of my nose and let out an

don’t run this

“Fine,” he says.

I reply,

His eyes are cold,

spot ever so slightly.

back to

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Karl

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

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

haven’t committed to memory. I don’t know,

I do care

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

my ears. “It’s gross that you pay so much attention to what

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

bit too much last night in a rather expensive

it after the

it puts me on edge. She barely greeted me when

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

just don’t see why I should have to take orders from

but also

name is roars out another laugh,