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

might not be enough. No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger than that

get back together with my ex. Not

rush is especially frantic, and it helps me

nights, the rush

breast, and I cut it into strips. Part

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

a lot slower than me, he’s

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

himself from ordering Ethan around, even

if that little pri ck tries to

redder than I had ever

angry glance at Karl’s back as he

him.”

had better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than

He softened a bit, and passed a hand

you. He just pis

squeezing Ethan’s arm. “Don’t sweat it.

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

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

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

handling an unruly toddler.

stack of carrots off the end of the knife with

“I do

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

things I’ve been mulling

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

We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front of

long ago.

grabs another carrot. He really is taking forever. I

him here to keep

I’m sharing any of

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

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

a look. “Don’t try to flirt with me, Karl. It

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

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

thing, grandma,”

of his mouth turns up a little. I can tell he wants to smile, but he’s doing what

avoid it.

take for granted how often

of him.

It must get

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

look away and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t the

ago, and Chloe’s out at the bar setting everything

the breakroom getting changed.

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

jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a lot

cares about you, he can make you

the world with just one