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

it’ll never be

back together with my

it helps me shove thoughts of

nights,

it

helping me

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

was setting things up in

himself from ordering Ethan around, even

od, if that little pri ck tries to boss me

I had ever

glance at Karl’s back as he stalked away. “I’ll

him.”

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

He softened a bit, and passed a hand over his weary face. “Sorry, Abby. I didn’t mean

you. He just pis ses

it. I

faster with the knife now than he was

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

bit of a break. It’s my turn to take Karl off of their

handling an unruly toddler.

says, flashing me a grin. He wipes a stack of

do

answering grin. Last night’s debacle with

I’ve been mulling over.

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

drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell, I

long ago.

your thoughts?” Karl asks as he grabs another

him here to keep

sharing any of my

old sex life. As far as he’s concerned,

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

his eyelashes

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

thing, grandma,”

tell he wants to

avoid it.

take for granted

of him. He

must get

staring,” he says. “And you called me

and resume my task. Maybe getting us

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

the breakroom getting changed.

I was staring,” I say.

chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know

no one has eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he can make you

in the world with