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

it’ll never be enough.

back together with my

is especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of

most nights, the rush

the chicken breast, and I cut it

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

though he’s a lot slower than me,

annoy Ethan, who was setting things up in

ordering Ethan around,

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

redder than I had ever

I said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s

him.”

Ethan’s voice was harsher than I

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

at you. He just pis

sweat it. I promise Karl won’t be a problem

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

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

else a bit of a break. It’s my turn to

handling an unruly toddler.

grin. He wipes a stack of carrots off the end

“I do what I

can’t seem to help my answering grin. Last

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

not fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about

do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front of Karl

long ago.

thoughts?” Karl asks as he grabs another carrot. He

here to keep him

way I’m sharing any of my worries

sex life. As far as he’s concerned,

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

batting his eyelashes slightly.

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

grandma,”

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

avoid it.

his face. I take for granted how often he smiles around

that side of him. He has to be the

must

one who’s staring,” he says. “And

task. Maybe getting us alone

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

the breakroom getting changed.

like I was staring,” I say. “I barely noticed you.” A

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

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

the world