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

back together with my ex. Not now, not

frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of

most nights, the rush doesn’t last

it into

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

slower than me, he’s doing an okay

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

ordering Ethan around, even

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

I had ever

worry, Ethan,” I said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back as he stalked away. “I’ll

him.”

was harsher than I expected, and seemingly

too. He softened a bit, and passed a hand over

you. He just

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

good at that,” I say. Karl is faster

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

break. It’s my turn to take

handling an unruly toddler.

me a grin. He wipes a stack

do what

can’t seem to help my answering grin. Last night’s debacle with Adam, and my inability

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

Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and

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

long ago.

your thoughts?” Karl asks as he grabs

to keep him

any of my worries

old sex

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

to flirt with me,

he asks, batting his eyelashes

hurry up; you’re slower than molas s es in

thing, grandma,” Karl

up a little. I can tell he wants to smile, but

avoid it.

on his face. I take for granted how

to see that side of him. He has

must

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

my task. Maybe

Chloe’s out at the bar setting

the breakroom getting changed.

I was staring,” I say.

too hard on his chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes.

but no one has eyes like Karl. If he cares

in the world