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

have had an issue with her,

wrist, she

She wipes off her face and

too and follow her to the door. She strides across the kitchen with

counter in the corner. He doesn’t look

barely containing my

looks at me, his eyebrows going up. Chloe’s standing with Ethan on

tell by the expression on her face that

“My office, now.”

his rag and crosses the kitchen. I lead the

whirl on him. “Did you tell

sure your customers noticed

waitress wandering around

word that

And for the record, if I had an

to her myself. It’s

directly to my employees.”

his arms. “This is

my employees have bigger boobs

hired her that she

I don’t think any of them know, but Karl saying that

probably reignited

he says dismissively, shrugging. “If that’s

my employees like this.

so much attention to

—”

come out. Like when we were together.

issue with what I wore, taking out his outdated views on modesty on

but I can’t bring it up here.

you have something else to say, Abby?” he asks,

nose and let out an exasperated sigh. “Just…

don’t run this place.

“Fine,” he says.

reply, narrowing my

moment. His eyes are cold, but I

so slightly.

back

______

Karl

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

think his name is John,

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

what I do care about

tonight, and John isn’t helping. On one

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

I was just trying to help her, but of

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

it after the day I

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

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

I should have to take

but also

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