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

be enough. No, it’ll never

together with my

is especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of that dream

unfortunately, like most nights, the

me the chicken breast, and I cut it into

Karl is helping me with it tonight. I have him

slower than me,

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

can’t stop himself from ordering Ethan around, even though Ethan

help me g od, if that little pri ck tries to boss me around one more time…” Ethan had been

than I had ever seen

Ethan,” I said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back as he stalked away.

him.”

harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than he

a hand over his weary face. “Sorry, Abby.

you. He just pis ses me

arm. “Don’t sweat it. I

Karl is faster with the knife now than he

tables, but I figured he

bit of a break. It’s my turn to take

handling an unruly toddler.

grin. He wipes a stack of carrots

do what

my answering grin. Last night’s

things I’ve been

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

drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed

long ago.

your thoughts?” Karl asks as he grabs another carrot. He really is taking

here to keep him out of everyone

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

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

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“Don’t try to flirt with

eyelashes slightly. “Why, I would

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

grandma,” Karl

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

avoid it.

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

that side of him. He has to be

It must get

he says. “And

my task. Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t the best

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

the breakroom getting changed.

thinking, and it just looked like I was staring,” I say. “I barely noticed you.” A

chiseled jaw and warm

one has eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he can make you

world with just