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

might not be enough. No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger than that now, and

back together with my

the dinner rush is especially frantic, and it

unfortunately, like most nights, the

I cut it

the line cooks, and Karl is helping me with it

though he’s a lot slower than me,

was setting things up

ordering Ethan around,

od, if that little pri ck tries to boss me

I had ever

angry glance at Karl’s back as he stalked away.

him.”

harsher than I

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

at you. He just pis ses

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

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

but I figured he might as well help me and

to take Karl

handling an unruly toddler.

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

do what I

help my answering grin. Last night’s debacle with

the many things I’ve been mulling

to Adam that I fell asleep

all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front of Karl not

long ago.

he grabs another

keep

I’m sharing any of my worries with him. There’s

couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as

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

eyelashes slightly.

carrots. And hurry

thing, grandma,” Karl

a little. I can tell he

avoid it.

his face. I take for granted how often he smiles

doesn’t get to see that side of him. He has to

must get

one who’s staring,” he

away and resume my task. Maybe

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

the breakroom getting changed.

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

warm brown eyes. I know

but no one has eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he can make you feel like the most

the world with just one