#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 wet dream, 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 m