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

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

with my ex. Not now,

it helps

most nights, the rush doesn’t

I cut it

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

lot slower than me,

was setting things up in the dining room with

from ordering Ethan

pri ck tries to

redder than I had ever seen

angry glance at

him.”

voice was harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than

passed a hand over his weary

He just pis

squeezing Ethan’s arm. “Don’t sweat it. I promise

is faster with the knife now

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

break. It’s my turn to take Karl off

handling an unruly toddler.

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

do what I

seem to help my answering grin. Last night’s debacle with Adam, and my

about Karl, is one of the many things I’ve been mulling over. I let my mind wander, and

to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and

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

long ago.

Karl asks as he grabs another carrot. He really is taking

have him here to keep

way I’m sharing any of my worries with

couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s concerned, I never think

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

him a look. “Don’t try to flirt with me, Karl. It won’t do

his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I would

carrots. And hurry up; you’re slower than molas s

grandma,”

of his mouth turns up a little. I can tell

avoid it.

face. I take

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

must

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

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

ago, and Chloe’s out at the bar setting everything

the breakroom getting changed.

like I was staring,” I

too hard on his chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a lot of

but no one has eyes like Karl. If he cares

in the world with