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

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

with her, and I

single tattoo on her wrist, she looks like all

Abby.” She wipes off her face and stands

door. She strides across

the corner. He doesn’t

I say, barely containing

Chloe’s standing with Ethan on the other

the expression on her face that she’s enjoying

“My office, now.”

and crosses the kitchen. I lead the way into

on him. “Did you tell

sure your customers noticed it too.

wandering around

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

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

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

directly to my employees.”

“This is supposed

is, even if some of my employees have bigger boobs than others.” I know he must have struck

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

out what she used to do. I don’t think any of them

probably reignited those

restaurant,” he says dismissively, shrugging. “If that’s what you want,

my employees like

much attention to what women

—”

words can come out. Like when we were together. But

with what I wore, taking out his outdated views on modesty on me.

but I can’t bring it up here.

he asks, folding his

let out an

don’t run this place. I

“Fine,” he says.

reply, narrowing my

me for a moment. His eyes are cold, but I

so slightly. “Is that

Get back to

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Karl

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

think his name is John, or

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

do care about

tense tonight, and John isn’t

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

had said. Geez. I was just trying to help her, but of

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

it after

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

tell me to work with Jack again.

with me. I just don’t see why I should have

but also probably half my intelligence

name is roars out another laugh, causing