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

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

back together with my ex. Not now,

frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of that dream

most nights, the

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

the line cooks, and Karl is helping

a lot slower than me, he’s doing

was setting

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

that little pri ck tries to boss me around one more time…” Ethan

than I had ever seen

angry glance at Karl’s back as he stalked away. “I’ll

him.”

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

too. He softened a bit, and passed a hand over his

He just pis

sweat it.

getting good at that,” I say. Karl is faster with the

have him mopping floors and setting tables, but

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

handling an unruly toddler.

grin. He wipes a stack of

“I do what

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

the many things I’ve been mulling over. I let my mind wander, and

I fell asleep thinking about Karl and

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

long ago.

Karl asks as he grabs another carrot. He

have him here to keep him out

any of

stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s concerned, I never

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

to flirt with me, Karl.

he asks, batting his eyelashes

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

grandma,”

tell he wants to smile, but he’s

avoid it.

is pretty adorable on his face. I take for granted how often he

get to see that side of him. He

It must get

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

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

Chloe’s out at the bar setting everything up. A few of my

the breakroom getting changed.

was thinking, and it just looked like I was staring,” I say. “I barely noticed you.” A

chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a lot of people have

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

world