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

not be enough. No, it’ll

my ex. Not

dinner rush is especially frantic, and it helps

like most nights, the rush doesn’t

I cut it into strips. Part of prepping

cooks, and Karl is helping me with it tonight.

he’s a lot slower than me,

annoy Ethan, who was setting

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

ck tries to boss me around one

than I had ever

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

him.”

better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected, and

a hand over his weary face.

at you. He just pis ses me

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

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

tables, but I figured he might as well help me

turn to take Karl off of their hands, like

handling an unruly toddler.

flashing me a grin. He wipes a stack of

do

help my answering grin. Last night’s debacle with Adam,

one of the many things I’ve been

not fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and

sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front of Karl not

long ago.

for your thoughts?” Karl asks as he grabs another carrot. He really is taking

have him here to keep him out of everyone else’s

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

our old sex life.

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I

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

thing, grandma,”

corner of his mouth turns up a little. I can tell he wants

avoid it.

is pretty adorable on his face. I take for

to see that side of him. He has to be the

It must

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

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

at the bar setting everything up. A few

the breakroom getting changed.

staring,” I say. “I

warm brown eyes. I know a lot

cares about you, he

world with