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

with my ex. Not now, not

it helps me shove thoughts of that

like most nights,

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

for the line cooks, and Karl is helping me

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

was setting things up in the dining

can’t stop himself from ordering Ethan around, even

to boss

than I had ever

angry glance at

him.”

had better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than I

a hand over his weary

at you. He just pis

“Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl won’t be a problem

say. Karl is faster with the knife

I have him mopping floors and setting tables, but I figured he might as well help me

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

handling an unruly toddler.

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

do what I

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

many things I’ve been mulling over. I let my mind wander, and

Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and not

all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed

long ago.

Karl asks as he grabs another carrot. He really is taking forever. I

him here to keep him out of everyone else’s

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

stop thinking about our old sex life.

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I

And hurry up; you’re slower

thing, grandma,”

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

avoid it.

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

side of him.

It must

the one who’s staring,” he says.

away and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone together

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

the breakroom getting changed.

staring,” I say. “I barely

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

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

the world with just one