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 makeup, and looks clean and

my customers have had an issue with her, and I

and the single tattoo on her wrist, she looks like all my

off her face

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

the corner. He doesn’t look at her as she

I say, barely containing my anger

Chloe’s standing with Ethan on the

her face that she’s enjoying this.

“My office, now.”

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

“Did you tell Daisy to button

see everything. I’m sure your customers

wandering around

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

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

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

directly to my employees.”

crosses his arms. “This is supposed to be a high-class

is, even if some of my employees have bigger boobs than others.”

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

if they found out what she used to do. I don’t think any of them know, but Karl saying

reignited

says dismissively, shrugging. “If

way, you have to stop treating my employees like

it’s gross that you pay so much attention to what

—”

out. Like when we

wore, taking out his outdated

it anymore, but I can’t

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

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

run this

“Fine,” he says.

I reply,

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

ever so slightly.

back

______

Karl

Behind us, one of the chefs laughs one of the

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

left in the kitchen whose name I haven’t committed

But what I do care about is how

tense tonight, and John

Abby keeps ringing in my ears. “It’s gross that you pay

trying to help her, but of

still a little hungover after indulging a bit too much last night in a rather expensive

But I needed it after the day

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

again.

see why I should have to take orders from a

my age but

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