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

get back together with my

especially frantic, and it

nights, the rush doesn’t last

breast, and I cut it into strips.

Karl is helping me with it tonight. I have

a lot slower than me, he’s

managed to annoy Ethan, who was setting

ordering Ethan

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

redder than I had

I said, shooting an angry glance at

him.”

Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected, and seemingly

hand over his weary face. “Sorry, Abby. I didn’t mean

at you. He just pis ses

it. I promise Karl won’t be a problem

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

but I figured he might

to take Karl

handling an unruly toddler.

a stack of carrots off the end

“I do what I

Last night’s

many things I’ve been mulling over. I let my

fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and not him. Adam did

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

long ago.

grabs another carrot. He

to keep him out of everyone

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

couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s concerned, I never think

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

give him a look. “Don’t try to flirt with

his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I would

hurry up; you’re

grandma,”

tell he wants to

avoid it.

pretty adorable on his face. I take for granted how

doesn’t get to see that side of him. He

It must get

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

my task. Maybe getting

Chloe’s out at the bar setting everything up. A few

the breakroom getting changed.

was staring,” I

and warm brown eyes. I know a lot of

If he cares about you, he

the world