The Wrong Woman

Imogen certainly couldn't say it in this manner.

"I've been considering looking for a job," she said.

"Don't worry about it. Take your time. If you have any thoughts, feel free to discuss them with me. I have many friends who might be able to help," Jasper offered.

Imogen's pride kicked in as she quickly refused, "You don't have to trouble yourself. I can handle it on my own."

"I'm your husband. How could it possibly be a bother?"

"That's not what I meant. I'm just confident that I'll find a job soon."

"I see."

"And what about you?"

"I've also been thinking about work."

"Don't dwell on it too much. Try to get some sleep," Imogen suggested, blinking as she looked at Jasper lying beside her in the dim light.

Even in the darkness, his silhouette exuded a striking allure.

"Okay, goodnight," Jasper said.

whispered

Jasper closed his eyes, his

found herself unable to fall asleep. As she shut

for several days, sleeping in the same

each other respectfully, making her feel like their

most men could easily have sex with women they found attractive, even

Jasper seem to have such desires

he was physically incapable

these thoughts, Imogen slowly succumbed to

it, morning

in slumber when a sudden weight pressed down on his lower abdomen. The discomfort from his erection jolted him awake, instantly

to relieve the pressure on his

saw Imogen and felt her body beneath his

hurriedly climbed off Jasper, her face flushed as she apologized, "I'm really sorry about that. It wasn't intentional-I was just reaching for my phone and ended up on

hearing this, Jasper glanced over at the nightstand beside him Sure enough, Imogen's phone was resting there. Without much thought,

faint smile dancing on her lips as she settled back with her

her clumsy actions had been too

sexual prowess had

Jasper, she couldn't help but tense up, feeling her body stiffen in response. Meanwhile, Jasper took a moment to compose himself, exhaling slowly as