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

get back together with my

frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of that dream from

most nights, the

and I cut it into strips. Part of prepping the kitchen involves

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

a lot slower than

who was setting things up in the dining room with

from ordering Ethan

g od, if that little pri ck tries to boss me

redder than I had ever

angry glance at Karl’s

him.”

than I expected, and seemingly harsher

softened a bit, and passed a hand over his weary face. “Sorry, Abby. I

at you. He just pis ses me

sighed, squeezing Ethan’s arm. “Don’t sweat it.

I say. Karl is faster with the knife now than

setting tables, but I figured

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

handling an unruly toddler.

me a grin. He wipes a stack of carrots off the

“I do

seem to help my answering grin. Last night’s

things I’ve been

in. It’s not fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and not him. Adam

sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front

long ago.

he grabs another carrot. He really is taking

to keep

I’m sharing any of my worries

him I 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

asks, batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I

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

grandma,”

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

avoid it.

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

see that side of him. He has to be the tough, no-nonsense Alpha

must get

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

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

while ago, and Chloe’s out at the bar setting everything up. A few of my waiters

the breakroom getting changed.

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

warm brown eyes. I know a lot of people have

If he cares about

in the world