#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
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