Taboo Temptation

The massage therapist is wonderful, working out all of the kinks from the hours I’ve spent hunched over my computer while I finish my studies. When I step out of the shop, I feel like a brand-new person. As I start my trek down the sidewalk, I feel someone’s hand on my shoulder.

“Excuse me,” a man I don’t recognize says. “Do you have a minute?”

“I don’t, sorry,” I say, shrugging his touch away. I’m not interested in talking to any men that aren’t Jacob.

“Are you sure?” he presses, stepping in close. “You’re gorgeous. I’d love to take you out for a coffee to get to know you.”

Before I’m able to answer and tell the guy I’m married, I feel a presence to my right. Jacob’s voice asks, “Is this guy bothering you, baby?”

“No,” I reply, pressing myself into his side. “He was just leaving.”

I can tell the man wants to say something else, but Jacob’s looming figure is enough to send him in the opposite direction. When I turn around to thank my husband for saving me, he has a dark look on his fa