2Author: So I'm sure you all recognize this story, I've just revamped it, to serve my vanity please enjoy!
"Now very much against her will, she thought of the way Jace had looked at her then, the blaze of faith in his eyes, his belief in her. He had always thought she was strong. He had showed it in everything he did, in every look and every touch. Simon had faith in her too, yet when he'd held her, it had been as if she were something fragile, something made of delicate glass. But Jace had held her with all the strength he had, never wondering if she could take it-he'd known she was as strong has he was."
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Chapter 1
Doing your friend a favor back in 2012 could have simply involved paying for gas. But the meaning seemed to have changed by the year 2034. Jess rolled her eyes as Luna went into her standard spiel. She let her have her say before cutting in, "So you're saying you want me to try it out."
Almond shaped eyes narrowed, "Yes, in layman terms." She brought her hands up. "It won't cost you anything; all you have to do is work."
"And if I'm caught?" Jess stood reaching for her jacket.
Luna stood as well as if to block Jess from leaving. "Co-come on my uncle is going to pay you big for this, and it's a gentlemen's club not a brothel."
Avoiding her gaze, Jess shrugged, "I don't know…I-it is the most popular club in Statin." She looked over at the clock, "Shit, I'm late, see ya later."
"J-jess, dammit I almost had her."
The kitchen as usual was loud, Jess enjoyed her work. She wiped the sweat off her brow, before reaching for the soap to wash more dishes.
"So…o, are you going?"
"Going where?"
"C'mon, have you not been listening to anything I've been saying."
Lesley assumed everyone in the world paid the utmost attention to her. Well who wouldn't, she was a spunky blonde and with deep blue eyes. With a loaded smile for any sucker who came near.
"Not really with, you know the constant slamming of pans. Not to mention head chef shouting all the time. It was kind of hard to hear anything at all."
Pouting, Lesley glared at her from the corner of her eye. "You are not being a fun person, why do you stay at home all the time. Statin is the party town; you're wasting you last year in college."
Shrugging, Jess moved away from the sink throwing her rubber gloves into it. "I did enough of that before I came here for cooking school. It's gotten boring….just like everything else."
Lesley watched Jess go back to the cooking board.
"SO ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?!"
For the past week Luna hadn't let up. Jess stared longingly at the door to the bathroom, "I'm defeated I'll do it."
Luna jumped up and down in joy, her red hair flying.
Jess, walked into the bathroom and turned the light on and stared at her appearance. Rounds face, with caramel skin, her hair in numerous braids. She wished that she could change her height to be taller than 5'8, but sadly that wouldn't be happening.
She would be spending the next few weeks working at a gentlemen's club that served the species Trixian.
Trixians had arrived in the year 2013, the year many had said would be the last for humans. Instead of ball of flames coming from the sky, it had been a crashing Trixian ship. And like the movies, they came and somewhat conquered. Over the years, there had been the normal disturbances, of humanoid verses the alien. The differences were not many but they were important enough.
Trixian man and women could both give birth, due to them being natural born hermaphrodites. Their genes remained X/Y literally at the age of 15 they could than choose their outer appearance. So they were sexless till 15, we as human's our sex is determined at birth with the occasional hiccup.
Trixians also had an emotional tap as shallow as a pool, due to their technological advances. They seemed to believe that emotions should be kept under lock. The only drawback is that during mating they became extremely volatile and possessive of their mate.
Flash back to crashing ship; on the ship there was the last of the race. Thirteen thousand dominants and twelve thousand sub- missives, and sense Trixians have a heavy sexual appetite, and don't even understand gender there had been many inter galactic couple's sense then. Another fun fact is Trixian were old fashion enough to still enjoy, polygamy as a sign of wealth so they married (mated) with more than one person.
And sense dominant Trixians; saw the entire human race as submissive. Well there had been some trouble with public figures. The Emperor of Trixia had found the president to be very attractive this of course, had cause some issues when the president tried to explain that he was happily married to his wife. In Trixia submissive don't choose their mate it is a selection called Solaria. Dominants are cold, so if they meet someone who makes them react with Solaria, that person is theirs.
So our world had some major adjusting to do, but eventually it all panned out. Me, I'm all human girl my mother and father both found love with each other, so I was one of the funny enough rare pure humans left. Solaria seemed to work better with Asians and Caucasians, they said the African Americans being pretty much breaded in the olden days, had made them a genetically evolved, making solaria impossible. Sometimes I swore they stared at us in awe, one time when my sister was born. Our next doors neighbor a female Trixian, held her and smiled,
"You dark ones always smell of pure earth and nature. This one smells like grass after a spring shower. Your people are the closest to the earth, the others are of metal and spirit they match our solaria better. But a match with your people would be god like."
My mother smiled, while my father just grunted, me I guess I kept playing with my geo blocks.
The next day I stared at myself in the mirror in the lab of Luna's uncle. My eyes must have been really wide, judging by Luna's reaction. From 5'8 to 5'9 my skin had kept color but, instead of looking ethnic, I was Indian and my hair reached the middle of my back. It was a really big difference from my usual look.
"Ar-are you sure this will work?" Luna sighed, "You're going to be fine, your interview has already been passed they did it over the phone."
"Really, I would have expected them to want to see my face, or I mean his face."
Luna smirked, her eyes gleaming with victory, "It was a cinch, and plus uncle just expects you to take notes, and remember the cubist works for twenty-four hours, sense it's five o'clock the cubist should shut down at…hmm same time day after tomorrow."
I'm not usually a pessimistic person, but all types of things popped into my head at the thought, of discovery.
"Can you please wait here; our owner will take a quick look at you."
I nodded taking a seat in the lounge area, my eyes wandered over the décor. I hadn't expected such lavish surroundings. Everything had been done in the theme of crème yellow and light blue. The taste was simple yet expensive.
"Mister Dain."
"Y-yes?"
"He will see you now."
I nodded and fallowed her pass two oak doors, into a office that screamed elegant. The closest I had ever came to this type of set up had been, when my great aunt had , had the whole family come over for the family reunion at her estate.
"Mister Dain, I presume?" My head whipped around, at the smooth voice.
Standing at a desk, to my left was a man who topped my height easily. His voice hadn't been the only attractive thing about him. His face was something of a work of art; blues eyes pierced me right off the bat. His hair a titanium red was cut to right below his ears. His lips looked to kissable for a grown man.
"Ah, y-yes that's me, hehe."
He pointed to the chair in front of his oak desk.
Taking a seat himself I wished for a glass of water. "It says here that you have worked in two of the most popular restaurants in statin. Tell me are you planning to bring those skills and secrets to our own kitchen for our high clientele."
For a minute I just stared blankly at him, so Luna apparently had used my own resume for this fake identity. Both sides of family were in the food business that's how my mother and father had met. Because of this technically I had been raised to at two of the most prestigious restaurants in Statin, my mother owned 'Casher' and my father owned 'Blaca's'.
"Well, sense my ethics wouldn't allow me to share secrets, no. Sense technically they're not really secrets just different style of cooking. But I plan to bring with me the skills and my own knowledge to make your kitchen one of the best kitchens in Statin."
He just looked at me, now I'm not fluent enough to give you, how he did it but it was enough to make me sweat.
"Alright, welcome on board Mister Dain."
I let out the breathe I had been holding, and shook the hand he offered to me.
"Let me show you the kitchen, this way."
I never could explain the way a new kitchen, could make me as giddy as a little girl with a new Barbie. Still it never failed to happen, when I saw the gleaming surfaces, and high tech Akia brand equipment, I hopped around, smiling and plotting the dishes I could make. My mind was already there, on its busiest night. "Hrm, hrm."
I jumped around, flushing, "Sorry, I-I'm just excited to start working here."
That smile should be illegal in this galaxy, who does that being that handsome, "I'm glad you satisfied, please start your prep the crew will come in at 7o'oclock so I'll leave you to it."
I nodded and watched him leave.
The crew entered the locker room; they all knew today the new head chef would be coming in.
Craig, pulled off his shirt, and smirked at Alex who was struggling on his uniform pants.
"Are you guys looking forward to know the hire?" Alex shrugged, "I heard the new kid, is a looker but other than that I don't know anything else."
Craig frowned, "Well I hope he wasn't hired for his looks, but I already Aine hires for that most of the time."
"Then why did he hire you?" Craig could hear the smirk in Alex's voice.
Choosing to ignore him, they finished changing into their uniforms. The entire group entered the kitchen, only to come up short at the human that was in their kitchen.
Standing at the prep table was, a young man his back to them he seemed to be muttering to himself. His skin light brown, black hair pulled up into a bun. A Korean tattoo on the back of the left ear caught Craig's eye. Alex bumped in to Julian, who yelped causing the young man to turn around. Brown eyes, which were filled with an innocent light, stared back at them, and the face round with, light pink lips, caught the group's attention.
Craig stood straight, and unlike the others who were still shell shocked walked fully into the kitchen.
"Hello, I am one of the workers who will be working with you in the kitchen."
They were all so big and tall, for minute Jess had thought the group of men had heard her talking to herself.
Hearing the greeting, she felt more at ease, she put her hand out.
"Thanks for the welcome; I will be the head chef starting today. I wasn't sure I would be greeted with such warmth, considering the other chef was forced into retirement."
They must have been thrown off by her forthrightness. By the way they hesitated to respond.
"We don't usually; carry such emotions in our main frame."
The talker stopped short, at her laugh, "I'm sorry, when you said main frame it made me think of star trek."
She finally caught herself, "Anyway may I know your name, sense you were the first to talk."
The man before smiled, his tanned skin contrasting sharply with the grey eyes, and blonde hair. "I'm Craige, and the darkly handsome, guy who keeps taking peeks from behind me, (oy!) is Alex."
She nodded, "I'm Jahen, and I'm supposing the others behind you will introduce themselves as the night goes on."
He nodded, "they aren't the shy type, and it's just too early for their brains right now."
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