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

together with my

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

But unfortunately, like most nights, the rush doesn’t

breast, and I cut it into strips. Part

cooks, and Karl is helping me with it tonight.

a lot slower than me, he’s

was setting things up in the dining room with

ordering Ethan around, even

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

redder than I had ever

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

him.”

had better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected, and

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

just pis ses

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

Karl is faster with

him mopping floors and setting tables, but I figured he

It’s my turn to take Karl off of their hands, like a babysitter tasked

handling an unruly toddler.

wipes a stack of carrots off the

“I do

answering grin. Last

things I’ve been mulling over. I let my mind wander, and

Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and

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

long ago.

Karl asks as he grabs another carrot. He really is taking forever. I

to keep him out of everyone else’s

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

old sex life. As

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“Don’t try to flirt with me, Karl.

his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I would

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

thing, grandma,”

tell he wants to smile, but

avoid it.

face. I take for granted how often he smiles around

that side of him. He has to be

must

who’s staring,” he says. “And

and resume my task. Maybe

the kitchen a while ago, and Chloe’s out at the bar

the breakroom getting changed.

was staring,” I say. “I barely noticed

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

like Karl. If he cares about

in the world