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 never be

get back together with my ex. Not now,

rush is especially frantic, and it helps me shove

unfortunately, like most nights, the rush doesn’t last

and I cut it into

is helping me with it tonight. I have

slower than me, he’s

to annoy Ethan, who was setting

from ordering Ethan around,

pri ck tries to boss me around one more time…”

I had ever

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

him.”

harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than

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

just pis ses me

squeezing Ethan’s arm. “Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl won’t be a

I say. Karl is faster with the knife now than

setting tables, but I figured he might as well help me

a bit of a break. It’s my turn to

handling an unruly toddler.

He wipes a stack of

“I do what I

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

Karl, is one of the many things I’ve

that I fell asleep thinking about

We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front of Karl

long ago.

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

here to keep him out

sharing any of

I couldn’t stop thinking about our old 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,

asks, batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I

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

thing, grandma,”

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

avoid it.

take for granted how often he smiles around me.

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

It must

he says. “And you called me

Maybe getting us alone together

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

the breakroom getting changed.

was staring,” I say. “I

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

he cares about you, he

world with just