Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 46: A Dangerous Game
Karl

“What do you want?”

Adam’s voice is apprehensive, and for good reason. It’s not everyday that I set food inside his

restaurant, and it’s certainly not everyday that I show up telling him that I have a proposition for him.

But I’ve been plotting this for a long time.

Abby clearly doesn’t realize that Adam doesn’t care about her as much as he should. Or maybe she

does, but she doesn’t seem ready to leave him for some strange reason. She deserves better—she

deserves me. And maybe she just needs a little push to get the gears in motion. I swear, once she’s

free from Adam, she’ll realize just how much of a mess their ‘relationship’ is. And I know exactly what

it’ll take to convince him to leave.

The ingredients.

I’ve been holding onto them for a while now, waiting for the perfect time. And after what happened the

other night, when Adam stood his own fiancee up for a dinner date, I think it’s finally time.

“Let’s talk in private,” I say, smirking slightly. “You free later?”

Adam looks around with a puzzled look on his face. “Why? Why can’t we talk here, now?”

I shake my head. “Trust me, Adam; I’m not planning on doing anything shady if that’s what you’re

worried about. I just have something I want to show you.”

“Look, man, whatever it is, I’m not interested,” he says. “I’ve got a restaurant to run.” I watch as he

tosses a dishcloth over his shoulder and heads for the kitchen. Sliding down from my barstool, I follow

him. When my hand makes contact with the swinging kitchen door, stopping it from closing in my face,

he whirls around and gives me another puzzled look.

“But this is about your restaurant,” I say, stepping into the bustling kitchen. “I swear. You won’t want to

pass this up.”

With a sigh, Adam looks around warily and finally shrugs. “Alright. Meet me outside later, I guess. I’ve

got a lunch rush to deal with. ‘Kay?”

“‘Kay.”

…

I’m waiting outside

say to

to do after

know that he won’t pass up

my lips as I imagine Abby leaning on me, using me as a

course, but eventually she’ll realize that I have changed—and the rest will

history from there.

when the door to the restaurant swings open, and Adam steps

on his apron. The cold evening breeze rustles his hair as he tosses a

nearby bin.

out, stepping into

see him stiffly wipe his hands on his apron again, as

of his, before he turns to face

says, folding his arms across his

rather than tell,” I say, a slight smile playing

into its carton and drop it into the inner pocket

but follows me as I lead him to my sleek, black car parked down the

of the city surrounds us, punctuated by the distant

night wanderers.

my key fob, and the trunk slowly

contents inside.

bins filled with the crème de la crème of ingredients. Golden saffron

night air, freshly picked white truffles, caviar, and even a jar of edible gold

chef’s dream, and that’s only what’s

in him taking over as he reaches out to touch

over the precious items.

get these?” he whispers, his voice filled

back hundreds, even thousands!”

triumphant smile. “Connections. People who owe

n,” Adam says with a chuckle. “May

a glass jar filled with rare mushrooms.

asks, turning it in the orange glow

leaning against the side of the car. “Those

jar back in the box. “That’s awesome, Karl,”

apprehensive look on his face again. “But

this?”

before giving him my practiced answer.

eyes snap to mine, confusion evident.

what comes next. “I want

straightens, his face a mask of disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me. All this…

would I?”

been observing, Adam. The

chef. It’s clear to me you might not be as invested in Abby as

swing

weight of my

headlights. “What