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

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

issue with her, and I certainly haven’t. Other than

tattoo on her wrist, she

She wipes off

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

the corner. He doesn’t

containing

Chloe’s standing with Ethan on the other side of

can tell by the expression on her face that she’s

“My office, now.”

the kitchen. I lead

“Did you tell Daisy to

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

a waitress wandering around looking

the word that

And for

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

directly to my employees.”

his arms. “This is supposed to be

employees have bigger boobs than others.” I know he

Daisy. She told me when I hired her that she was worried the others would treat

found out what she used to do. I don’t

probably reignited those

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

to stop treating my employees like

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

—”

stop myself before those words can come out. Like when we were together. But it’s the truth;

taking out his

I can’t bring it

to say, Abby?” he asks, folding his

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

You don’t run this place. I

“Fine,” he says.

I reply, narrowing

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

spot ever so slightly. “Is that

back

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Karl

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

I might have ever heard. I think

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

really care. But what I do care about

I’m already tense tonight, and John

that you pay so much attention to

help her, but of course, I’m

I’m still a little hungover after indulging a bit too much last night in a

it

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

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

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

only half my age but also probably

me, John or Jim or whatever his name is roars out another laugh, causing