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

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

my ex. Not

the dinner rush is especially frantic, and it helps me shove

like most nights,

and I cut it into strips. Part of prepping the

and Karl is helping me with it tonight. I have him

lot slower than me, he’s doing an okay

already managed to annoy Ethan, who was setting things up in

can’t stop himself from ordering Ethan around, even though Ethan

little pri ck tries to boss me around one more

redder than I had ever seen

said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back as

him.”

harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than

a hand over his weary

at you. He just pis ses

arm. “Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl

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

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

break. It’s my turn to take Karl

handling an unruly toddler.

He wipes a stack of carrots

“I do

to help my answering grin. Last night’s debacle

is one of the many things I’ve been mulling over. I

to Adam that I fell asleep thinking

got a bit too drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front of

long ago.

asks as he grabs another carrot. He really is taking forever. I

him here to keep him out of everyone else’s

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

I couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

with me, Karl. It won’t do you

batting his eyelashes

And hurry up;

thing, grandma,” Karl

tell he

avoid it.

adorable on his face. I take for granted how

see that side of

It must

he says. “And

Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t the

the bar

the breakroom getting changed.

and it just looked like I was staring,” I say. “I barely noticed you.” A total lie. I

a little too hard on his chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a lot of people

has eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he

the world with just