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

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

together with my ex. Not now,

rush is especially frantic, and it helps me shove

nights, the rush doesn’t last

breast, and I cut it into strips.

the line cooks, and Karl is helping me

a lot slower than me, he’s doing an

setting things up

stop himself from ordering Ethan

that little pri ck tries to boss me around one more time…” Ethan had been livid,

than I had ever seen

an angry glance at Karl’s back as

him.”

harsher than I expected, and seemingly

softened a bit, and passed a hand over

at you. He just pis ses me

Ethan’s arm. “Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl won’t be

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

him mopping floors and setting tables, but I figured he might as well help me

of a break. It’s my turn to take Karl

handling an unruly toddler.

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

“I do

answering grin. Last night’s debacle with

Karl, is one of the many things I’ve been mulling

fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about

sometimes. Hell, I

long ago.

as he grabs another carrot. He really is taking

have him here to keep him out of

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 think

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

eyelashes slightly. “Why, I would

And hurry up;

thing, grandma,” Karl

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

avoid it.

I take for granted how often

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

must

staring,” he says. “And you called me the

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

Chloe’s out at the bar setting everything up. A few

the breakroom getting changed.

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

on his chiseled jaw and warm brown

like Karl. If he cares about you, he can make

in the world with