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

back together with my ex. Not

it helps me shove

unfortunately, like most nights, the rush doesn’t

chicken breast, and I cut it into strips. Part of prepping the kitchen involves

ingredients for the line cooks, and Karl is helping me with it tonight. I have him

lot slower than

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

can’t stop himself from ordering Ethan around, even

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

than I had

worry, Ethan,” I said, shooting an angry glance

him.”

Ethan’s voice was harsher than I

and passed a hand over

just

sweat it. I promise Karl won’t

is faster with the knife now

have him mopping floors and setting tables, but

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

handling an unruly toddler.

wipes a stack of carrots off the

do

can’t seem to help my answering grin. Last night’s

many things I’ve been mulling over. I let

fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and not him. Adam

do sometimes.

long ago.

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

here to keep him out of

no way I’m sharing any of my worries with

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

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

with me, Karl. It won’t do you any favors.”

asks, batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why,

up and chop the carrots. And hurry up;

thing, grandma,” Karl

I can tell he wants to smile,

avoid it.

adorable on his face. I take for granted how often

the world doesn’t get to see that side of

must get

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

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

ago, and Chloe’s out at the

the breakroom getting changed.

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

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

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

world with just one