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

that might not be enough. No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger than that

my ex. Not now, not

especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts

like most nights, the rush doesn’t last

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

Karl is helping me with it tonight. I have him

though he’s a lot slower than me, he’s doing an okay

setting things up in the dining room with him

from ordering Ethan

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

than I had ever

glance at Karl’s back

him.”

better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than

a hand over his weary face.

He just pis ses me

Ethan’s arm. “Don’t sweat it.

getting good at that,” I say. Karl is faster with the

I have him mopping floors and setting tables, but I figured he might

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

handling an unruly toddler.

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

do what I

answering grin. Last night’s debacle with Adam, and

many things I’ve been

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

We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself

long ago.

as he grabs another carrot. He really is taking

here to keep him out

way I’m sharing any

sex life. As far as he’s concerned, I

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

he asks, batting his eyelashes slightly.

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

grandma,”

turns up a little. I can tell he wants to smile, but he’s doing what he can

avoid it.

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

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

It must get

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

quickly look away and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t the

out at the bar setting everything

the breakroom getting changed.

looked like I was staring,” I say.

chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a lot of people

cares about you, he can

the world with just