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

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

get back together with my ex.

dinner rush is especially frantic, and it helps

But unfortunately, like most nights,

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

and Karl is helping me with it

a lot slower than me, he’s doing

was setting things up in the dining room with him

stop himself from ordering

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

redder than I had ever

Ethan,” I said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s

him.”

was harsher than I expected,

hand

He just pis ses me

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

say. Karl is faster

and setting tables, but I figured he might as

else a bit of a break. It’s my turn to take Karl off of

handling an unruly toddler.

a stack of carrots off the

do

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

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

not fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl

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

long ago.

Karl asks as he grabs another carrot.

to keep

There’s no way I’m sharing any

thinking about our old sex life. As

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

with me, Karl. It won’t

his eyelashes slightly. “Why,

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

thing, grandma,”

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

avoid it.

take for granted how often he smiles around me.

side of him. He

It must get

staring,” he says.

task. Maybe getting us alone

the kitchen a while ago, and Chloe’s out at the bar setting

the breakroom getting changed.

staring,” I say. “I barely noticed

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

no one has eyes like Karl. If he cares

in the world