Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 203

My eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Okay. You’re on.”

…

Eventually, the last of the staff say their goodbyes, flicking off the lights and turning over chairs on tables. I’m almost tempted to do the same, to call it a night and retreat into the comfort of my home, but then Karl re-enters my office, holding two wine glasses and a bottle of my favorite Merlot in his hands.

“Ready?” he asks, setting the bottle down on my desk with a soft thud.

I glance at the bottle, then back at him. “Wine? Are you trying to get me drunk before my big interview?”

Karl chuckles, pulling the cork out of the bottle with a satisfying pop. “Of course not. Just thought it’d help you relax, get you into the right mindset. Besides, I’m thirsty.”

“I don’t know about you, but alcohol doesn’t exactly help me think clearer,” I say, but I’m already reaching for one of the glasses he’s filling.”

He hands me the glass, our fingers brushing briefly. “And that’s why it’s just a glass. Or two.”

“Fine,” I say, sipping the wine. “So how does this work? You ask me questions, and I pretend like it’s the real thing?”

“Exactly,” he confirms, taking his own sip. “Ready for your first question?”

I nod. "Fire away."

He picks up one of the index cards from my desk, skimming it before looking back at me. “Alright. Tell me about a challenging situation you’ve faced in the kitchen and how you handled it.”

I’m halfway through my answer when he interrupts me. “Wait. You’re not taking this seriously enough. Stand up. Pretend like you’re actually at the interview.”

Karl smiles, clearly pleased. “See? You’re a natural at this.”

We continue this way for a while, downing another glass of wine each and laughing more than we probably should be. We’re on what must be the fifth or sixth question, something about culinary trends, when Karl suddenly puts down the index card and looks at me, a glint of something unreadable in his eyes.

“I have a question that’s not on the list,” he says, his voice taking on a sobering tone.

My heart skips a beat. “Um, okay. Shoot.”

He takes a sip of his wine, setting the glass down. He then clears his throat and levels his gaze with mine, and all at once, I feel like I might melt where I’m standing.

“So, when you win the competition and have to cater the Alpha party… what will you do with the date you were supposed to have with Karl?”