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

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

with my ex. Not now,

rush is especially frantic, and it

nights,

chicken breast, and I cut it into

is helping me with it tonight. I have

he’s a lot slower than me,

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

Karl just can’t stop himself from ordering Ethan around,

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

I had ever

said, shooting an angry glance

him.”

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

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

just

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

Karl is faster with the knife now than he was

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

turn to take Karl

handling an unruly toddler.

stack

“I do

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

is one of the many things I’ve been mulling over. I let my mind

It’s not fair to Adam that I fell asleep

drunk. We all do sometimes.

long ago.

asks as he grabs another carrot. He

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

any of my worries with him. There’s especially no way

I couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s concerned,

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

his eyelashes

chop the carrots. And hurry

thing, grandma,”

tell he wants to smile,

avoid it.

his face. I take for granted

get to see that side of him. He has to be the tough,

must get

staring,” he says. “And

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

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

the breakroom getting changed.

like I was staring,” I say. “I barely

warm brown eyes. I know a lot

eyes like Karl. If he cares

in the world with just one