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

No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger

my

it helps me shove thoughts of that dream

like most nights,

breast, and I cut it into strips. Part of

ingredients for the line cooks, and Karl is helping me with

he’s a lot slower than me,

already managed to annoy Ethan, who was setting things up in the

himself from ordering Ethan around, even though

help me g od, if that little pri ck tries to boss me around one

redder than I had ever

Ethan,” I said, shooting an angry glance at Karl’s back as

him.”

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

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

He just pis ses

it. I promise Karl won’t

getting good at that,” I say. Karl is faster with

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

my turn to take

handling an unruly toddler.

a stack of carrots off the end of the knife with

do what I

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

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

fell

a bit too drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed

long ago.

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

here to keep him out of everyone

There’s no way I’m sharing any of

I couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s concerned, I never think

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

flirt with me, Karl. It won’t

batting his eyelashes

and chop the carrots. And hurry up; you’re slower than molas s

grandma,”

can tell he wants

avoid it.

face. I take for

of the world doesn’t get to see that side of him. He has to be the tough, no-nonsense

It must

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

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

at the bar setting everything up.

the breakroom getting changed.

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

warm brown eyes. I know a lot

he cares about you, he can make you feel like

the world