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

do, and even that might not be enough. No, it’ll

back together with my ex. Not now,

it helps me shove thoughts

nights, the

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

ingredients for the line cooks, and Karl is helping me with it tonight. I

he’s a lot slower than me,

Ethan, who was setting things up in the dining

himself from ordering

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

redder than I had ever

glance at Karl’s back

him.”

Ethan’s voice was harsher than I expected,

He softened a bit, and passed a hand

at you. He just pis ses me

“Don’t sweat it. I promise

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

but I figured he might as well help

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

handling an unruly toddler.

a stack of carrots off the end of

do what

Last

the many things I’ve been

I fell

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

long ago.

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

to keep

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

thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s concerned,

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

to flirt with me, Karl. It won’t

he asks, batting his eyelashes

up and chop the carrots. And hurry

thing, grandma,” Karl

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

avoid it.

on his face. I take for granted how

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

It must get

staring,” he says. “And you called me

quickly look away and resume my task. Maybe getting us alone

the bar setting everything up. A few

the breakroom getting changed.

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

his chiseled jaw and warm brown eyes. I know a lot

If he cares about you,

in the world with just one