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,

is especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts

nights, the rush

it

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

he’s a lot slower than me, he’s doing an

managed to annoy Ethan, who was setting things up in the dining

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

to boss

than I had ever

an angry glance at Karl’s back as he stalked

him.”

Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than he

and passed a hand over his weary face. “Sorry, Abby. I didn’t mean

you. He just pis ses me

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

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

and setting tables, but I figured he

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

handling an unruly toddler.

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

do

answering grin. Last night’s debacle with Adam, and my inability

many things I’ve been mulling over. I let my

I fell asleep thinking about Karl and not

too drunk. We all do sometimes.

long ago.

Karl asks as he grabs another carrot. He really

keep

any of my worries with him. There’s

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

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

he asks, batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why, I

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

thing, grandma,”

tell he wants to smile, but he’s doing what he

avoid it.

is pretty adorable on his face. I take

of the world doesn’t get to see that side of him. He has to be the tough, no-nonsense

must

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

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

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

the breakroom getting changed.

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

chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a lot

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

world with just