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

and even that might not be enough. No, it’ll never be enough.

back together with my ex. Not now,

the dinner rush is especially frantic, and it helps me

nights, the rush doesn’t

chicken breast, and I cut it into strips. Part of

and Karl is helping me with it tonight. I have

slower than

setting things up in the dining room with

from ordering Ethan around, even though Ethan outranks

ck tries to boss me around one

I had ever seen

said, shooting an angry glance

him.”

had better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than

hand over his weary face. “Sorry, Abby.

just pis

arm. “Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl won’t be a problem

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

tables, but I figured he might as well help me

a break. It’s my turn to take Karl off of their hands, like a babysitter tasked

handling an unruly toddler.

he says, flashing me a grin. He wipes a stack

“I do

Last

of the many things I’ve been mulling over. I

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

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

long ago.

grabs another carrot. He really is taking forever.

to keep him out of

no way I’m sharing any of my

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

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

give him a look. “Don’t try to flirt with me, Karl.

he asks, batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I

carrots. And hurry up; you’re

thing, grandma,”

tell he wants to smile, but he’s doing

avoid it.

take for granted how often

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

It must get

who’s staring,” he says. “And

away and resume my task. Maybe getting us

out at the bar setting everything up. A few

the breakroom getting changed.

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

hard on his chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes.

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

in the world with just one