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

be enough. No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger than

back together with my ex.

especially frantic, and it helps me shove

like most nights, the rush doesn’t last

me the chicken breast, and I cut it into strips. Part of

and Karl is helping me with it

lot slower than me, he’s

managed to annoy Ethan, who was setting things up in the dining room with

Karl just can’t stop himself from ordering Ethan around, even though Ethan outranks

to boss me around one more time…” Ethan had been

redder than I

worry, Ethan,” I said, shooting an angry glance at

him.”

voice was harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than he

a bit, and passed a hand over his weary

He just pis ses

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

I say. Karl is faster with the knife now than he

mopping floors and setting tables, but I figured he

to take Karl off of their hands, like a babysitter tasked

handling an unruly toddler.

me a grin. He wipes a stack

“I do what I

Last night’s debacle with Adam, and my inability

one of the many things I’ve been mulling over.

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

He got a bit too drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell,

long ago.

as he grabs another carrot. He really

have him here to keep

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

thinking about our old sex life. As

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

a look. “Don’t try to flirt with me, Karl. It won’t do you any favors.”

his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I

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

thing, grandma,” Karl

I can tell he wants

avoid it.

I take for granted how often he smiles

doesn’t get to see that side of him.

It must get

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

resume my task. Maybe

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

the breakroom getting changed.

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

a little too hard on his chiseled jaw and warm

he cares about you, he can make you feel like the most

world with