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

be enough. No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger than that now,

with my ex.

is especially frantic, and it helps

like most nights, the

chicken breast, and I cut it into

and Karl is helping me with it tonight. I have

a lot slower than

annoy Ethan, who was setting things

from ordering

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

redder than I had ever

worry, Ethan,” I said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back

him.”

Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected, and

too. He softened a bit, and passed a hand over his weary face. “Sorry, Abby. I

He just pis ses

“Don’t sweat it.

that,” I say. Karl is faster with the knife now than he was when

tables, but I figured he might as well

break. It’s my turn to take Karl

handling an unruly toddler.

wipes a stack of carrots off

“I do what

my answering grin. Last night’s

the many things I’ve been mulling over. I

in. It’s not fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and not him. Adam did

We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front of Karl not

long ago.

grabs another carrot. He really is taking

to keep him out of everyone

my head. There’s no way I’m sharing any of my worries with him. There’s

thinking about our old sex life. As far

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

to flirt with me, Karl. It won’t do you

asks, batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I would

chop the carrots. And hurry

grandma,” Karl

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

avoid it.

adorable on his face. I take

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

It must get

one who’s staring,” he says. “And you called me the

and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone

and Chloe’s out at the bar

the breakroom getting changed.

staring,” I say. “I barely noticed you.”

chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a lot

but no one has eyes like Karl. If he cares

the world with just