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

together with my ex. Not now, not

the dinner rush is especially frantic, and it helps me

nights, the rush doesn’t last

chicken breast, and I cut it into strips.

ingredients for the line cooks, and Karl is helping me with it tonight. I have him cutting

he’s a lot slower than me, he’s

setting

from ordering Ethan around, even

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

than I

shooting an angry glance at

him.”

was harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than

too. He softened a bit, and passed a hand over his weary face. “Sorry,

at you. He just pis

it. I promise Karl won’t be a problem

Karl is faster

tables, but I figured he might as well help me and

to take Karl off of their hands, like a babysitter

handling an unruly toddler.

a stack of

do what

help my answering grin. Last night’s debacle

of the many things I’ve

in. It’s not fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking

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

long ago.

asks as he grabs

keep him out of everyone else’s

no way I’m sharing any of my worries with

our old sex life. As far

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

with me, Karl. It won’t do you any favors.”

eyelashes slightly.

hurry up;

grandma,” Karl

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

avoid it.

is pretty adorable on his face. I take for

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

must

he says.

away and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t

the bar

the breakroom getting changed.

staring,” I say. “I barely noticed you.” A

his chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a

eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he can make you feel like

world with just