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

wearing nice, subtle makeup, and looks clean and

have had an issue with her, and I certainly

her wrist, she

off her face and

stand up too and follow her to the door. She strides across the

counter in the corner.

containing my anger this

standing with Ethan on the other side of the

can tell by the expression on her face that she’s enjoying this. She really has it

“My office, now.”

puts down his rag and crosses the kitchen. I lead the way into my office, and he

him. “Did you tell Daisy to

so? I could see everything. I’m sure your customers noticed it too.

a waitress wandering around looking

utter the word that I hate the most. “Don’t you dare speak

And for the record, if I

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

directly to my employees.”

arms. “This is supposed to be

if some of my employees have bigger boobs than others.” I know he

hired her that she was worried

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

reignited those

dismissively, shrugging. “If that’s what you

stop treating my employees like this. You’re not

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

—”

those words can come out. Like when we were together. But it’s the

some issue with what I wore, taking out

I can’t bring it up here. Not at

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

out an exasperated sigh.

run this place.

“Fine,” he says.

reply,

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

spot ever so slightly. “Is that all?” he

back

______

Karl

my shoulders tense. Behind us,

laughs I think I might have ever heard. I think his

people left in the kitchen whose name I haven’t

care about

could ignore it, but I’m already tense tonight, and John

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

said. Geez. I was just trying to help her, but of course, I’m the one

hungover after indulging a bit

I needed it

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

tell me to work with Jack again. I could

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

age but also

his name is