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

get back together with my ex. Not

it helps me shove thoughts of

nights, the

and I cut it into

is helping me with it tonight.

than me, he’s

was setting

ordering Ethan

to boss me around one more time…” Ethan had

I

glance at Karl’s

him.”

Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected,

a bit, and passed a hand over

you. He just pis ses me

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

at that,” I say. Karl is faster with the

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

of a break. It’s my turn to take Karl off

handling an unruly toddler.

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

“I do

my answering grin. Last

the many things I’ve been mulling over. I let my

not fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking

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

long ago.

as he grabs another carrot.

keep him out of

way I’m sharing any

our old sex life. As far

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

give him a look. “Don’t try to flirt with me, Karl. It won’t do you

eyelashes slightly. “Why, I would

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

grandma,” Karl

mouth turns up a little. I can tell he wants to smile,

avoid it.

take for granted how often he

of the world doesn’t get to see that side of him.

must

one who’s staring,” he says. “And

Maybe getting us alone together

Chloe’s out at the bar

the breakroom getting changed.

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

and warm

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

in the world with just one