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

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

wrist, she looks like all my other

wipes off her

her to the door. She strides

who’s wiping off the counter in the corner. He doesn’t

say, barely containing my anger

up. Chloe’s standing with Ethan

that

“My office, now.”

puts down his rag and crosses the kitchen. I lead the

on him. “Did you tell

“Yeah, so? I could see everything. I’m sure your

around looking like

word

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

to her myself. It’s not your place to

directly to my employees.”

“This is supposed to

even if some of my employees have bigger boobs

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

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

probably reignited

restaurant,” he says dismissively, shrugging. “If

to stop treating my employees like this. You’re not in

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

—”

out. Like when we were together. But it’s

wore, taking out his outdated

but I can’t bring it up

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

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

run this place. I

“Fine,” he says.

reply, narrowing

for a moment. His eyes are cold, but

spot ever so slightly. “Is that

back

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Karl

my shoulders tense. Behind us, one of

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

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

care. But what I do care about is how infuriating that man

could ignore it, but I’m already tense tonight, and John isn’t helping. On one hand,

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

her, but of course, I’m the one who got chewed

bit too much

But I needed it after the day

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

tell me to work with Jack again. I could tell by the

just don’t see why I

half my age but also probably half my

name is