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

get back together with my ex. Not

especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of

unfortunately, like most nights, the rush

chicken breast, and I cut it

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

he’s a lot slower than

annoy Ethan, who was setting things up in

stop himself from ordering

tries to boss me around one more time…” Ethan

I

glance at Karl’s back

him.”

was harsher than I expected, and seemingly harsher than he

a hand

He just pis

sweat it. I

Karl is faster with the knife

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

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

handling an unruly toddler.

stack of carrots off

“I do

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

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

in. It’s not fair to Adam that I fell asleep thinking about Karl and not him. Adam did

sometimes. Hell,

long ago.

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

him here to keep

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

couldn’t stop thinking about our old sex life. As far as he’s concerned, I

him at all.

“Nothing interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“Don’t try to flirt with me, Karl. It

eyelashes slightly.

carrots. And hurry up; you’re slower than

thing, grandma,” Karl

little. I can tell he wants to smile, but

avoid it.

expression is pretty adorable on his face. I take for granted how

get to see that side of him. He has to be the tough,

must

he says. “And you called me the

look away and resume my task. Maybe getting us

the

the breakroom getting changed.

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

warm brown eyes.

he cares about you, he can make

the world with just one