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 enough. I’m stronger than that now, and

get back together with my

is especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of

most nights, the

chicken breast, and I cut it into strips.

cooks, and Karl is helping me

lot slower than me,

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

from ordering

if that little pri ck tries to boss me around one more time…” Ethan had been livid,

than I had

an angry glance at Karl’s back as he

him.”

voice was harsher than I

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

just pis ses

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

getting good at that,” I say. Karl is faster

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

break. It’s my turn to take

handling an unruly toddler.

wipes a stack

do what

seem to help my answering grin. Last night’s

Karl, is one of the many things I’ve

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

do sometimes.

long ago.

grabs

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

any of my worries with him. There’s especially

sex life. As far as he’s concerned, I never

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

asks, batting his eyelashes slightly.

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

grandma,” Karl

a little. I can tell he wants to smile, but he’s

avoid it.

take for granted

side of him. He has to be

It must get

he says.

and resume my task. Maybe getting

out at the bar setting everything up. A few

the breakroom getting changed.

like I was staring,” I

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

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

in the world with just