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

enough. No, it’ll never

my ex. Not now,

especially frantic, and it helps me

unfortunately, like most nights, the rush doesn’t

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

ingredients for the line cooks, and Karl is helping

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

to annoy Ethan, who was setting things up in the dining room with him

can’t stop himself from ordering Ethan around, even though Ethan outranks

od, if that little pri ck tries to boss me around one more time…”

than I had ever seen

glance at Karl’s back as he stalked away.

him.”

better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than

and passed a hand over his

just pis

“Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl

Karl is faster with the knife now than he was when we

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

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

handling an unruly toddler.

grin. He wipes a stack of

do what I

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

the many things I’ve been mulling over. I

to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl

He got a bit too drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself

long ago.

asks as he grabs another carrot. He

have him here to keep

sharing any of my worries with him. There’s especially

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

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

to flirt with me,

eyelashes

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

grandma,” Karl

turns up a little. I can tell he wants

avoid it.

adorable on his face. I take for

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

must get

staring,” he says. “And you called me the

quickly look away and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone together

out at the bar setting everything up. A few

the breakroom getting changed.

was staring,” I say. “I barely

on his chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know

one has eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he can

the world with just one