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.

back together with my ex. Not now,

frantic, and it helps me shove

But unfortunately, like most nights,

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

the line cooks, and Karl is helping

than me,

setting things up

ordering Ethan around,

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

redder than I had ever

Ethan,” I said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back as he stalked

him.”

better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than

He softened a bit, and passed a hand over his weary face.

just

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

faster with

him mopping floors and setting tables, but I figured he

break. It’s my turn to

handling an unruly toddler.

flashing me a grin. He wipes a stack of carrots off the

“I do what I

grin. Last night’s

of the many things I’ve been mulling

in. It’s not fair to Adam that I fell

too drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself

long ago.

Karl asks as he grabs another carrot.

have him here to keep him out of everyone

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

him I couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

asks, batting his eyelashes

shut up and chop the carrots. And hurry up; you’re slower than molas

thing, grandma,” Karl

mouth turns up a little. I can tell he wants to smile, but

avoid it.

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

the world doesn’t get to see that side of him. He has to be the tough, no-nonsense Alpha to

must

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

task. Maybe getting us alone together

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

the breakroom getting changed.

I was staring,” I say.

and warm brown eyes. I know a lot of

he cares about you, he can make

in the world with just one