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

back together with my

rush is especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts

But unfortunately, like most nights, the

it into

for the line cooks, and Karl is helping

a lot slower than me,

was setting things up in the dining room with

stop himself from ordering Ethan

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

I had ever

said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back as he stalked

him.”

Ethan’s voice was harsher than I

bit, and passed a hand over his

He just

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

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

but I figured

bit of a break. It’s my turn to

handling an unruly toddler.

stack of carrots off the end of

“I do what

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

I’ve been mulling over. I let my

Adam that I fell

a bit too drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell, I

long ago.

as he grabs

keep him out of

sharing any

about our old sex

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I would

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

grandma,” Karl

mouth turns up a little. I can tell he wants

avoid it.

take

of the world doesn’t get to see that side of him. He has to be the

It must

who’s staring,” he says.

my task. Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t the

and Chloe’s out at the bar setting everything up. A few of

the breakroom getting changed.

was thinking, and it just looked like I was staring,” I say.

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

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

the world with