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

No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger than that now,

back together with my ex.

the dinner rush is especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of that dream from

like most nights, the rush

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

Karl is helping me with it tonight. I have him

lot slower than me, he’s doing an okay

who was setting things

from ordering

to boss

than I

shooting an angry glance

him.”

than I expected, and seemingly harsher than

and passed a hand over his weary face. “Sorry, Abby. I didn’t

you. He just

it.

Karl is faster with

mopping floors and setting tables, but I figured he

my turn to take Karl off of their hands, like a babysitter

handling an unruly toddler.

me a grin. He wipes a stack

do what I

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

I’ve been mulling over. I let my mind

to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and

too drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front of

long ago.

Karl asks as he grabs another carrot.

to keep him out

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

couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

to flirt with

batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why,

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

thing, grandma,” Karl

turns up a little. I can tell he wants to smile,

avoid it.

face. I take for granted

of the world doesn’t get to see that side of him. He has

It must

who’s staring,” he says. “And

away and resume my task. Maybe getting us

kitchen a while ago, and Chloe’s out at the bar setting

the breakroom getting changed.

just looked like I was staring,”

chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a lot

Karl. If he cares about you, he can make

the world with just