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

even that might not be enough. No, it’ll

with my

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

nights, the rush doesn’t

hands me the chicken breast, and I cut it into strips. Part of

for the line cooks, and Karl is helping me with it tonight. I have him cutting

lot slower than me,

Ethan, who was setting things up in the dining room

from ordering Ethan around, even

g od, if that little pri ck tries to

than I had ever

worry, Ethan,” I said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back as

him.”

better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected, and seemingly

a bit, and passed a hand over his weary

He just pis

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

that,” I say. Karl is faster with

setting tables, but I figured he

to take Karl off of their

handling an unruly toddler.

he says, flashing me a grin. He wipes a stack of carrots off the end of the knife

“I do

my answering grin. Last night’s debacle with

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

not fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl

We all do sometimes. Hell,

long ago.

grabs another carrot. He really is taking forever.

have him here to keep

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

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

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

batting his eyelashes slightly.

shut up and chop the carrots. And hurry up; you’re slower than molas

thing, grandma,” Karl

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

avoid it.

his face. I take

to see that side of him. He has

It must

staring,” he says. “And you called me

my task. Maybe getting us alone together

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

the breakroom getting changed.

it just looked like I was staring,” I say. “I barely noticed

and warm brown eyes. I know a lot of people have

eyes like Karl. If he cares

the world with just one