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

be enough. No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger than that now, and

back together with my ex.

dinner rush is especially frantic, and it

unfortunately, like most nights, the rush doesn’t

and I cut it

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

than me,

managed to annoy Ethan, who was setting things up in

himself from ordering Ethan around,

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

redder than I

shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back as he stalked away. “I’ll

him.”

harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than

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

at you. He just pis ses me

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

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

floors and setting tables, but I

turn to take Karl off of their hands, like

handling an unruly toddler.

a stack of

do

help my answering grin. Last night’s debacle

many things I’ve been mulling over. I let my mind wander, and

Adam that I fell asleep

do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in

long ago.

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

have him here to keep

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

about our old sex life.

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

with me, Karl. It won’t do you

asks, batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why,

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

grandma,”

tell he wants to

avoid it.

expression is pretty adorable on his face. I take for granted how often

get to see that side of him. He has

It must

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

resume my task. Maybe

a while ago, and Chloe’s out at the bar

the breakroom getting changed.

and it just looked like I was staring,” I say.

a little too hard on his chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a lot of people have

he cares about you, he can make

world with