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

uniform fits her great. She’s wearing

of my customers have had an issue with her, and I certainly

her wrist, she looks

wipes off her face and

stand up too and follow her to the door. She

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

I say, barely containing my

standing with Ethan on the other side

can tell by the expression on her face that she’s

“My office, now.”

the kitchen. I lead the way

me.I whirl on him. “Did you

“Yeah, so? I could see everything. I’m sure your customers noticed it too. It’s not good

a waitress wandering around looking like a

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

for that matter. And

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

directly to my employees.”

“This is supposed to

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

She told me when I hired her that she was worried

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

probably reignited those

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

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

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

—”

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

with what I wore, taking out his outdated views on modesty

for it anymore, but I can’t bring it up here.

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

out an exasperated sigh. “Just… Keep your

don’t run this

“Fine,” he says.

I reply,

a moment. His eyes are cold, but I can sense that he’s shifting

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

Get back to

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Karl

us, one

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

haven’t committed to memory. I don’t know, and

what I do care about is

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

keeps 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 course, I’m the one who got chewed

after indulging a bit too

it

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

said enough to tell me to work with Jack again. I could tell by the way she

don’t see why I should have to take orders from

age but also

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