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

with her,

and the single tattoo on her wrist,

Abby.” She wipes off her face and

up too and follow her to the door. She strides across the kitchen with her head down,

the counter in the corner. He doesn’t

say, barely containing my

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

face that she’s enjoying this. She

“My office, now.”

and crosses the kitchen. I lead the way into my

on him. “Did you tell Daisy to button up her

I could see everything. I’m sure

waitress wandering around looking

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

like that, or any woman for that matter. And for the

I would have mentioned it to her

directly to my employees.”

arms. “This is supposed

of my employees have bigger boobs than others.”

when I hired her that she was worried

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

probably reignited those

shrugging. “If that’s

way, you have to stop treating my employees like this. You’re not in charge here,”

you pay so much attention to what women wear. It’s just like when we

—”

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

some issue with what I wore, taking out his outdated views on

can’t bring it

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

and let out an exasperated sigh. “Just… Keep your opinions

don’t run this place. I

“Fine,” he says.

reply,

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

slightly. “Is

back to

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Karl

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

I might have ever heard. I think his name

left in the kitchen whose name I haven’t committed to memory.

really care. But what I do care

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

“It’s gross that you pay so much

but of course, I’m

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

it after the

on edge. She barely greeted me

again. I could tell by the

me. I just don’t see why I should have to take orders from a dishwasher who

age but also probably half my intelligence

whatever his name is