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 never be enough. I’m stronger than

back together with my ex. Not now,

it helps me shove thoughts of that

unfortunately, like most nights, the

I cut it into strips. Part

line cooks, and Karl is helping me

slower than me, he’s

already managed to annoy Ethan, who was setting things up

ordering Ethan around, even though Ethan outranks

od, if that little pri ck tries to boss me around

redder than I had

glance at Karl’s back

him.”

harsher than

passed a hand over his weary face. “Sorry,

you. He just

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

at that,” I say. Karl is faster

tables, but I figured he might as well help me

a break. It’s my turn to take Karl off of their hands, like a

handling an unruly toddler.

He wipes a stack

do what I

answering grin. Last night’s debacle with

Karl, is one of the many things I’ve been mulling over. I let

fell asleep thinking about Karl

a bit too drunk. We all do sometimes.

long ago.

asks as he grabs another carrot. He really is taking

here to keep

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

old sex life. As

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

he asks, batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I

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

grandma,”

I can tell he wants to smile, but he’s doing

avoid it.

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

side of him. He has to be the tough, no-nonsense Alpha

It must get

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

and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t the best

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

the breakroom getting changed.

staring,” I say. “I barely noticed you.”

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

one has eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he can make you feel like

in the world with