Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 29: The Secretary
Abby

I get off at my stop and walk over to the restaurant. Just my luck. Karl is already standing outside with

my daily coffee in hand.

I take it from him, unable to meet his gaze. Partly from anger, partly from embarrassment. If he only

knew what I dreamed of last night. Knowing him, he’d probably love it. Then he’d suggest we make it

reality. And honestly, after my failed attempt with Adam last night, I’m not sure if I would refuse.

“I hate him,” I think to myself, indiscernibly shaking my head slightly and avoiding his gaze. “Don’t even

think about it. It was just a w et dre am, and nothing else. Those dreams can happen with anybody.”

Almost as though he’s reading my mind, Karl gives me a curious look, and I feel warmth rush to my

cheeks. His hair is the same as it was then, and the wind blows long strands of it down across his

forehead. I can almost see my fingers gripping on to it. The corner of his mouth twitches, but he doesn’t

smile.

“You, okay?” he asks. I force myself to look away.

“Fine,” I snap, letting the door fall shut behind me. He puts out a hand to stop it and follows me further

into the restaurant.

“You sure? You’re acting a little funny.”

“I said I’m fine.”

I stomp across the dining room and shove my way into the kitchen. I can hear him trailing after me, but

he keeps his distance, thank G od.

I close my office door and sink into my chair. What has gotten into me? One s tupid dream, and now I’m

embarrassed to talk to him. What am I, a twelve-year-old girl? He’s my ex-husband, and he hurt me.

Badly. He’s an as s hole. A manipulator. A male chauvinist. He’s… s exy. He knows me. He’s good in

bed.

I have to shake my head again to dispel the thoughts. Now isn’t the time to be giggling like an idiot

because I had one sex dream about him. And besides, I’m probably just misremembering what sex

with him was really like. It couldn’t have been that good… right?

Right. He’s awful.

I repeat it over and over until I’ve managed to shove the dream from my mind. I will not let my

subconscious trick me into letting him off the h ook. Good in bed or not, he’s got some serious groveling

even that might not be enough. No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger than that now,

my ex. Not

rush is especially frantic, and it helps me shove

But unfortunately, like most nights, the rush doesn’t

I cut it into

is helping me with it tonight. I have him

than me, he’s doing

setting things up in the dining room

just can’t stop himself from ordering Ethan around, even

pri ck tries to boss me around one more time…” Ethan had been

I had ever

glance at

him.”

had better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected, and seemingly

a bit, and passed a hand over

just pis ses

“Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl

that,” I say. Karl is faster with the knife now than he was when

have him mopping floors and setting tables, but I figured he might as well help me

a bit of a break. It’s my turn to take Karl off of their hands,

handling an unruly toddler.

He wipes a stack

do what

can’t seem to help my answering grin. Last night’s debacle

of the many things I’ve been mulling over. I

Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl

do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front

long ago.

as he grabs

keep him out of everyone

my head. There’s no way I’m sharing any of my worries with him. There’s especially no way

couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s concerned, I never think

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

him a look. “Don’t try to flirt with

his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I would

shut up and chop the carrots. And hurry up; you’re slower than molas

grandma,” Karl

his mouth turns up a little. I can tell he wants to smile, but he’s doing what he

avoid it.

pretty adorable on his face. I take for granted how

the world doesn’t get to see that side of him. He has to be the tough, no-nonsense Alpha

It must

who’s staring,” he says.

and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t the best idea.

the bar setting everything up.

the breakroom getting changed.

looked like I was staring,” I say. “I barely noticed you.” A total lie.

and warm

no one has eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he can make you feel

world with just one