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

it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger

together with my ex.

dinner rush is especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of

most nights, the rush doesn’t

me the chicken breast, and I cut it into strips. Part of prepping the kitchen

for the line cooks, and Karl is helping me with it tonight.

lot slower than me, he’s doing an

who was setting things up in

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

pri ck tries to boss me around one more

I had ever

shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back as he stalked away.

him.”

Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than he

He softened a bit, and passed a hand over his weary

at you. He just pis ses

arm. “Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl

that,” I say. Karl is faster

have him mopping floors and setting tables, but I figured he

turn to take Karl off of their

handling an unruly toddler.

wipes a stack of carrots off

do what I

to help my answering grin. Last night’s

many things I’ve been mulling over. I let

I fell asleep thinking

got a bit too drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front

long ago.

as he grabs another carrot. He

keep

head. There’s no way I’m sharing any of my

couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s concerned, I

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

give him a look. “Don’t try to flirt with me, Karl. It won’t do you any favors.”

batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I

and chop the carrots. And hurry up;

grandma,”

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

avoid it.

his face. I take for granted how often he smiles around me. I

that side of him. He has to be the tough,

It must get

you’re the one who’s staring,” he says. “And you called me

look away and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone together

and Chloe’s out at the bar setting everything

the breakroom getting changed.

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

and warm brown eyes. I know a lot of people

Karl. If he cares about you,

the world