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

enough. No, it’ll never be

my ex. Not now, not

is especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of that dream

most nights, the

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

and Karl is helping me with

than me,

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

himself from ordering Ethan around, even though

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

I had

glance at Karl’s back as he stalked away.

him.”

harsher than I expected, and

hand over his weary face.

you. He just pis

“Don’t sweat it. I promise Karl won’t

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

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

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

handling an unruly toddler.

says, flashing me a grin. He wipes a stack

do

my answering grin. Last night’s debacle with Adam,

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

Adam that I fell

do sometimes. Hell, I embarrassed myself

long ago.

Karl asks as he grabs another carrot. He

to keep him out of everyone else’s

no way I’m sharing any of my worries with him.

I couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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

asks, batting his eyelashes

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

grandma,” Karl

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

avoid it.

face. I take

that side of him. He has to be

It must

who’s staring,” he says. “And

look away and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone

out at the bar setting everything up. A few of my waiters

the breakroom getting changed.

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

and warm brown

no one has eyes like Karl. If he cares about you, he can

world with