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

back together with my ex. Not now, not

rush is especially frantic, and it

like most nights, the rush

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

is helping me with

though he’s a lot slower than me, he’s doing

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

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

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

I had ever

shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back

him.”

than

passed a hand over his

just pis ses

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

I say. Karl is faster

tables, but I figured he might

break. It’s my turn to take Karl off of their

handling an unruly toddler.

flashing me a grin. He wipes a stack of carrots off the

“I do what I

Last night’s debacle with Adam, and

Karl, is one of the many things I’ve been mulling over. I let my

to Adam that I fell asleep thinking

do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in

long ago.

for your thoughts?” Karl asks as he grabs

here to keep him out of everyone else’s

any of my

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

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

his eyelashes

carrots. And hurry up; you’re slower than

thing, grandma,” Karl

tell he wants to smile, but he’s

avoid it.

his face. I take for granted how often he smiles

of him.

It must get

you’re the one who’s staring,” he

and resume my task. Maybe getting

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

the breakroom getting changed.

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

and warm brown eyes. I know a lot of

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

in the world with just one