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.

get back together with my ex. Not now,

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

But unfortunately, like most nights, the

me the chicken breast, and I cut it

ingredients for the line cooks, and Karl is helping me with it tonight. I have him cutting

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

was setting

Karl just can’t stop himself from ordering Ethan around,

od, if that little pri ck tries to boss me

redder than I

angry glance at Karl’s back as

him.”

Ethan’s voice was harsher than I

bit, and passed a hand over his weary face. “Sorry,

He just

arm. “Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl

is faster with the knife

floors and setting tables, but I figured he might as well

to take Karl off of their hands, like

handling an unruly toddler.

he says, flashing me a grin. He wipes a stack of carrots off the end of the knife with

“I do what

to help my answering grin. Last night’s debacle with

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

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

We all do sometimes. Hell, I

long ago.

thoughts?” Karl asks as he grabs another carrot. He

have him here to keep

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

about our old sex

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why,

hurry up; you’re slower than molas s es in

thing, grandma,” Karl

corner of his mouth turns up a little. I can tell

avoid it.

take for granted how often he

get to see that side of him. He has to be the

must

who’s staring,” he says. “And

task. Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t the

at the

the breakroom getting changed.

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

warm

cares about you, he can make you

the world