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

and her uniform fits her great. She’s wearing nice, subtle

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

and the single tattoo on her wrist, she looks

She wipes off her

follow her to the door. She strides across the

the counter in the corner. He doesn’t look

I say, barely containing my anger

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

that she’s enjoying this. She really

“My office, now.”

the kitchen. I lead the way into my office,

behind me.I whirl on him. “Did you

I could see everything. I’m sure your customers noticed

wandering around looking like

I interrupt him before he can utter the word that I hate the most. “Don’t you

And for the record, if

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

directly to my employees.”

his arms. “This is supposed to be

bigger boobs than others.” I know he must have

with Daisy. She told me when I hired her that she was worried

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

reignited

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

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

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

—”

myself before those words can come out. Like when

I wore, taking out his

but I can’t

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

my nose and let out an exasperated sigh. “Just… Keep

run this

“Fine,” he says.

I reply, narrowing

a moment. His eyes are cold, but I can

slightly. “Is

Get back to

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Karl

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

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

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

really care. But what I do care about is

already tense tonight, and John isn’t helping. On one

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

help her, but

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

needed it after the

it puts me on edge. She barely greeted me when

Jack again. I could tell by the way she

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

age but also probably

name is