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

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

together with my ex. Not now, not

rush is especially frantic, and it helps me

most nights, the rush doesn’t last

me the chicken breast, and I cut it

cooks, and Karl is helping me with it tonight. I

lot slower than

managed to annoy Ethan, who was setting things up in the dining

himself from ordering Ethan

to boss me around one more time…” Ethan had been

than I had ever

worry, Ethan,” I said, shooting an angry glance at

him.”

voice was harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher

He softened a bit, and passed a hand over his weary face.

at you. He just pis ses me

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

faster with the knife

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

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

handling an unruly toddler.

wipes a stack of carrots off the end of the

“I do

Last night’s debacle with Adam, and

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

fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and not him. Adam

a bit too drunk. We all do sometimes.

long ago.

Karl asks as he grabs another

to keep him out of

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

him I couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

with me, Karl. It won’t

his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I

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

grandma,” Karl

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

avoid it.

I take for granted how often he smiles

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

must get

he says. “And you called

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

out at the bar setting

the breakroom getting changed.

staring,” I say. “I barely noticed you.” A

and warm brown eyes. I know a

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

world