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

it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger than that

get back together with my ex. Not

frantic, and it helps me

nights, the rush

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

the line cooks, and Karl is helping me with it tonight. I

than me, he’s doing an okay

annoy Ethan, who was setting things up in the

ordering Ethan around, even

that little pri ck tries to boss me

than I had

said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s

him.”

than I expected, and seemingly harsher than he

hand

He just

it. I

is faster with the

but I figured he might as well

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

handling an unruly toddler.

me a grin. He wipes a stack of carrots off the

“I do what

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

the many things I’ve been mulling

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

do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself

long ago.

thoughts?” Karl asks as he grabs another

here to keep him out of

way I’m sharing any of

stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s concerned, I never

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

batting his eyelashes

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

thing, grandma,”

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

avoid it.

his face. I take for granted

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

It must get

who’s staring,” he says.

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

kitchen a while ago, and Chloe’s out at the bar

the breakroom getting changed.

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

chiseled jaw and warm

cares about you, he can make you feel like the

world