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

No, it’ll never be enough. I’m

with my ex. Not now, not

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

like most nights, the

breast, and I cut it

and Karl is helping

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

managed to annoy Ethan, who was setting

from ordering Ethan around, even though Ethan

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

I

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

him.”

was harsher than I expected,

passed a hand over

you. He just pis ses me

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

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

but I figured he might as well help me

my turn to take Karl off of their hands, like a babysitter

handling an unruly toddler.

stack of

“I do what I

Last

many things I’ve been

Adam that I fell asleep thinking

We all do sometimes.

long ago.

grabs another carrot. He

to keep him out

sharing any of my worries

sex life. As far as he’s concerned, I

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

with

batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I

carrots. And hurry up; you’re slower

grandma,”

I can tell he wants to

avoid it.

face. I take

side of him. He has to

must

one who’s staring,” he says.

resume my task. Maybe getting us alone together

at the bar setting everything up. A few of my waiters

the breakroom getting changed.

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

warm brown eyes. I

has eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he can make you feel like

the world with just