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

together with my ex. Not now,

and it helps me shove thoughts of that dream

unfortunately, like most nights, the rush

and I cut it into strips.

line cooks, and Karl is helping me

slower than me, he’s doing an okay

managed to annoy Ethan, who was setting things

himself from ordering Ethan around, even though Ethan outranks

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

redder than I had ever seen

angry glance

him.”

than I expected, and

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

just pis ses me

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

I say. Karl is faster with

and setting tables, but

else a bit of a break. It’s my turn to take Karl off of their hands, like a babysitter

handling an unruly toddler.

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

do what

to help my answering grin. Last

Karl, is one of the many things I’ve been mulling over. I let my mind wander,

fair to Adam that I fell asleep

do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed

long ago.

he grabs another carrot. He really is taking forever.

here to keep

shake my head. There’s no way I’m sharing any of

about our old sex life. As far

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

eyelashes

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

grandma,”

little. I can tell he wants

avoid it.

is pretty adorable on his face. I take for granted how

get to see that side of him. He

must

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

Maybe getting us alone

at the bar setting everything up. A

the breakroom getting changed.

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

and warm brown eyes. I know a lot

no one has eyes like Karl. If he cares

world