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

do, and even that might not be enough. No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger than that now, and

get back together with my ex. Not now,

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

nights, the rush

it into strips. Part of prepping the kitchen involves

line cooks, and Karl is helping me with it tonight.

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

to annoy Ethan, who was setting things up

ordering Ethan around, even though Ethan

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

than I

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

him.”

than I expected, and seemingly harsher

and passed a hand over his weary face. “Sorry, Abby. I didn’t

He just

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

that,” I say. Karl is faster with the knife now than he was when we

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

to take Karl off of their hands,

handling an unruly toddler.

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

“I do

answering grin. Last night’s debacle with

one of the many things I’ve been mulling

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

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

long ago.

your thoughts?” Karl asks as he grabs another

have him here to keep him out of everyone else’s

I’m sharing any of my worries

I couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

to flirt with

eyelashes slightly. “Why,

chop the carrots. And hurry up; you’re slower than molas s es

thing, grandma,” Karl

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

avoid it.

expression is pretty adorable on his face. I take for granted how often he smiles around

get to see that side of him. He

must

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

quickly look away and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t

while ago, and Chloe’s out at the bar setting everything up.

the breakroom getting changed.

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

chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a lot of people

Karl. If he cares about you, he can make you feel

in the world