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.”

…

just as promised, I’m waiting outside the restaurant.

I ponder what I’ll say

sure to

and I know that he won’t pass

Abby leaning on me, using

she’ll realize that I have changed—and the rest

history from there.

are interrupted when the door to the restaurant swings open,

The cold evening breeze rustles his hair as he tosses a bag of

nearby bin.

out, stepping

him stiffly wipe his hands

his, before

he says, folding his arms across his chest. “What did you have to

better I show rather than tell,” I say, a slight smile playing on my

into

I lead him to my sleek, black car parked down

the city surrounds us, punctuated by the distant h onking of cars and the laughter

night wanderers.

click the button on my key fob,

contents inside.

bins filled with the crème de la crème of

truffles, caviar, and even a jar of

chef’s dream, and that’s only what’s sitting on the

widen, the chef in him taking over as he reaches out to touch a bin, his fingers

over the precious items.

did you get these?” he whispers, his voice filled with awe. “Some of these can set

back hundreds, even thousands!”

triumphant smile. “Connections. People who

n,” Adam says with a

jar filled with rare

white truffles?” he asks, turning it in the orange glow

of the car. “Those ones weren’t so easy

again and gingerly places the jar back in the box. “That’s awesome, Karl,” he

at me once more. There’s an apprehensive look on

this?”

effect before giving him my practiced answer. “These ingredients could

snap to mine, confusion

myself for what comes next. “I want you to break up with

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

would I?”

been observing, Adam. The way you

staff, especially your sous chef. It’s clear to me you might not be as invested

swing

silence envelops us, the weight of my words

headlights. “What