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

with my ex.

rush is especially frantic, and it helps me

unfortunately, like most nights, the rush

I cut it

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

than me, he’s doing an okay

already managed to annoy Ethan, who was setting things

can’t stop himself from ordering Ethan

ck tries to boss

I had ever

I said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back as he stalked away.

him.”

had better.” Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected, and

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

He just pis ses me

sighed, squeezing Ethan’s arm. “Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl won’t be

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

tables, but I figured

to take Karl off of their hands, like a babysitter

handling an unruly toddler.

a stack

do what I

seem to help my answering grin. Last night’s debacle

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

in. It’s not fair to Adam that I fell

We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in

long ago.

he grabs another carrot. He really is taking forever.

to keep him out

head. There’s no way I’m sharing any of my worries with him. There’s especially

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

batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why,

hurry up; you’re slower than molas s es

grandma,” Karl

up a little. I can tell he

avoid it.

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

get to see that side of him. He has to

It must

staring,” he says. “And you called me

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

the bar setting everything

the breakroom getting changed.

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

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

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

world with just one