Under Jessica's protection

The Unspoken Shelter

After breakfast, Jessica took Jason into her arms again, carried him to the bedroom, and placed him on the bed. She stood in front of the mirror. She put on a formal black skirt suit; smooth, glossy fabric, a knee-length skirt, a tight and elegant jacket. She slowly pulled up black sheer pantyhose; thin, transparent, making the skin of her legs look softer. She put on black high heels; sharp heels, making a clicking sound on the wooden floor. She tied up her hair, applied a thin line of eyeliner, and soft lipstick.

Jason was sitting on the bed, watching. Jessica turned, smiled, and picked him up again.

"Time for work. You're coming with me."

She started the car, placed Jason in the passenger seat, and buckled him up. Throughout the drive, her right hand rested on Jason's hair; her fingers gently stroked.

The accounting firm building, third floor. The elevator, the hallway, the door to Jessica's office. Three female colleagues were at their desks; all in formal attire, all with heavy gazes. One raised an eyebrow, one gave a cold smile, one just looked and returned to her computer screen.

Jessica: "Well, ladies, meet Jason, he is my cousin Chiara's husband."

Jessica walked straight to her desk and placed a small cushion on the floor near her feet. She gently sat Jason on it; under the desk, between her legs. She handed him a small notebook and a mechanical pencil.

"Sketch, my little architect, anything you like."

Jason lowered his head. Shyness felt like fire under his skin. His heart pounded. He knew the looks were on him; fear was stuck in his throat; he wanted to run, but his feet wouldn't move. Only his hands trembled, grasped the pencil, and drew a line on the paper.

Jessica, ignoring all of it, opened her laptop, put on her headphones, and began to work. Sometimes she gently rested her foot on Jason's thigh, sometimes her fingers came down from above the desk and stroked his hair.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy; the sound of keyboards, the ringing of the telephone, the sound of gazes. For Jason, the world had shrunk; only one safe spot under Jessica’s desk. Beside her feet, with the scent of her perfume, the warmth of her pantyhose, the soft sound of her breathing.

In his heart, there was shyness, there was fear,

But he was happy. Happy that here, in this room full of heavy gazes,

he had found his shelter. Between Jessica's legs.

Jason gently turned the pencil and started sketching.