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

might not be enough. No, it’ll never be

together with my ex. Not

frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of that dream

like most nights, the

breast, and I cut it into strips.

helping

than

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

from ordering Ethan around, even though Ethan

pri ck tries to boss me around

I had ever

I said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back as he

him.”

voice was harsher than I expected, and seemingly

bit, and passed a hand

just pis ses me

sighed, squeezing Ethan’s arm. “Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl won’t be a

faster with the knife now than he

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

It’s my turn to take Karl

handling an unruly toddler.

grin. He wipes a stack of carrots off the end of the knife

“I do

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

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

in. It’s not fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and not

bit too drunk. We all do sometimes.

long ago.

grabs another carrot. He really is taking

keep him out of everyone else’s

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

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.”

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

he asks, batting his eyelashes

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

grandma,”

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

avoid it.

on his face. I take

get to see that side of him. He has to be the tough, no-nonsense Alpha to

It must get

you’re the one who’s staring,” he says. “And you called me the

my task. Maybe getting us

out at the

the breakroom getting changed.

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

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

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

in the world with just