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

back together with my ex. Not now, not

frantic, and it

most nights, the rush doesn’t last

and I cut it into strips. Part of prepping the kitchen involves

line cooks, and Karl is helping me with it

than me, he’s doing an

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

stop himself from ordering

tries to boss me around one more time…”

I had ever seen

glance at Karl’s back as he

him.”

harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than

bit, and passed a hand

at you. He just pis ses me

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

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

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

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

handling an unruly toddler.

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

do what

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

is one of the many things I’ve been mulling

to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and not him. Adam did

too drunk. We all do sometimes.

long ago.

Karl asks as he grabs

keep

no way I’m sharing any

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

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

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

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

grandma,”

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

avoid it.

adorable on his face. I take for granted how often

to see that side of him. He has to be the tough, no-nonsense Alpha to

must get

who’s staring,” he

my task. Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t

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

the breakroom getting changed.

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

and warm brown eyes. I know a

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

world with