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

be enough. No, it’ll never be enough.

together with my ex. Not

the dinner rush is especially frantic, and it helps

like most nights,

and I cut it into strips. Part of prepping the

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

than me, he’s doing an

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

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

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

I had

angry glance

him.”

than I expected, and

and passed a hand over his weary face. “Sorry, Abby.

He just pis ses me

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

I say. Karl is faster with the knife now than he was when

but

my turn to take

handling an unruly toddler.

wipes a stack of carrots off the end of the

“I do what I

grin. Last night’s debacle

many things I’ve been mulling over. I let my mind wander,

in. It’s not fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking

got a bit too drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell,

long ago.

for your thoughts?” Karl asks as he grabs another carrot. He really is taking forever.

have him here to keep him out of everyone else’s

There’s no way I’m sharing any

our old sex life. As

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

with me, Karl. It

eyelashes slightly. “Why, I would

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

thing, grandma,” Karl

turns up a little. I can tell he wants to smile, but he’s doing what he can

avoid it.

pretty adorable on his face. I take for granted how often he smiles around me. I

doesn’t get to see that side of him. He has to be the tough,

It must

staring,” he says. “And you called me the

quickly look away and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone together wasn’t the best idea.

Chloe’s out at the bar setting everything up. A few of my

the breakroom getting changed.

just looked like I was staring,” I say.

warm

one has eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he can make you

the world with