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

even that might not be enough. No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger

together with my ex.

it helps me shove thoughts of that

unfortunately, like most nights, the rush doesn’t

I cut it into strips.

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

a lot slower than me, he’s doing an

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

himself from ordering

ck tries to boss me around one more time…” Ethan

redder than I

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

him.”

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

passed a hand over his

just pis ses me

sighed, squeezing Ethan’s arm. “Don’t sweat it. I

Karl is faster with the knife now than

I have him mopping floors and setting tables, but I figured he might as

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

handling an unruly toddler.

flashing me a grin. He wipes a stack of carrots off the end

do what

can’t seem to help my answering grin. Last night’s debacle with Adam, and my

of the many things I’ve

I fell asleep thinking

drunk. We all do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself in front

long ago.

thoughts?” Karl asks as he grabs another

here to keep him out

way I’m sharing any of my worries with him.

sex life. As

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

he asks, batting his eyelashes slightly. “Why,

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

thing, grandma,”

of his mouth turns up a little. I can tell he wants to smile, but he’s doing

avoid it.

on his face. I take for granted how often he

that side of him. He has to be the tough, no-nonsense Alpha to

must get

staring,” he says. “And you

away and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone

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

the breakroom getting changed.

it just looked like I was staring,” I say. “I barely noticed you.” A total lie.

and warm

has eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he

in the world with just one