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

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

back together with my ex. Not now, not

is especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of that dream from

like most nights, the rush

hands me the chicken breast, and I cut it into

Karl is helping me with it

though he’s a lot slower than

Ethan, who was setting things up in the dining room with

himself from ordering Ethan around, even though Ethan

pri ck tries to boss me around one

than I had

shooting an angry glance at

him.”

had better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than

a hand over his weary face. “Sorry,

you. He just pis ses

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

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

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

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

handling an unruly toddler.

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

do what I

Last

Karl, is one of the many things I’ve been mulling

It’s not fair to Adam that I fell asleep

too drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in

long ago.

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

him here to keep him out of everyone else’s

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

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

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

try to flirt with me, Karl. It won’t do

eyelashes

chop the carrots. And hurry up; you’re

thing, grandma,” Karl

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

avoid it.

his face. I take

to see that side of him. He has to be

must

one who’s staring,” he says. “And you

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

kitchen a while ago, and Chloe’s out at the bar setting everything up. A few of my

the breakroom getting changed.

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

on his chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I

Karl. If he cares about

world with just