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,

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

and the single tattoo on her wrist,

wipes off her face and

and follow her to the door. She strides across the kitchen with her head

corner. He doesn’t

I say, barely containing

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

that she’s enjoying this. She really

“My office, now.”

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

him. “Did you tell Daisy

sure your customers

waitress wandering around

utter the word that

or any woman for that matter. And for the

it to her myself. It’s not your place to bring concerns like

directly to my employees.”

is supposed to be a

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

me when I hired her that she was worried the others would treat

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

reignited those

dismissively, shrugging.

have to stop treating my employees like

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

—”

before those words can come out. Like when we

I wore, taking out

anymore, but I can’t bring it up here. Not

asks,

my nose and let out an

run this

“Fine,” he says.

reply,

moment. His eyes are cold, but I

so slightly. “Is that

back to

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Karl

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

have ever heard. I think

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

care about

I’m already tense tonight, and John isn’t helping. On one hand, my

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

her, but of course, I’m

little hungover after indulging a bit

it

and it puts me on edge. She barely greeted me when I

work with Jack again. I could tell by the way she said

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

age but also

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