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Earth date February 21st 2215 – London, England

(Mirror universe)

"I find your face and form pleasing, you are also highly intelligent. I will speak to your T'Sai and arrange for you to cease this employment and be my regular sexual partner. We will experience multiple sessions of what you Terrans call 'fucking' in my sleeping quarters".

"Thank you, S'haile".

Rachel bowed her head as the Vulcan spoke. She tried not to smirk at the opportunity. She suspected he was interested in her from their first meeting. He had asked too many personal questions for a Vulcan. Being the mistress of a Vulcan was even better than being an 'agreeable employee'. But being a mistress in the clan Kril'es chan! She had struck gold!

"You may use my forename" Salas calmly replied.

Rachel looked up at, what was his name again? Yes, Sayless, (no Salas, better get it right) and admired his form. He wore a black, thick, cable, crewneck sweater under a charcoal Vulcan style coat and black suede like trousers. He stood tall at 1.85 metres/6 feet and 1 inch. She imagined the six pack and leaned but toned muscular physique under the winter clothes and licked her lips in anticipation.

"I am honoured you have chosen me Salas."

Rachel bowed again before he dismissed her and let her leave the room.

Salas could now see why his krie T'Shea had no desire to return to the Vulcan homeworld. The Terrans were fascinating people and after today he would appreciate even more of that 'fascination' privately.

Seven days earlier, T'Shea's dinner party

Rachel bowed her head as she was introduced to the guests as the server for the evening. This was done for two reasons, one if she gave a poor service her name would be added to the list of disagreeable employees. Such a list did not bode well for their long term employment prospects. In severe cases a session of Vulcan mental retraining was in order, with a risk of leaving weaker minds severely lobotamised.

Second if she gave an agreeable or satisfactory service her employment record would look good giving her greater chances for promotions or other benefits.

T'Ynise introduced her to each guest, she was expected to remember their names, take their orders and grant them anything they requested where possible.

"This is my maternal first cousin, Salas Kril'es chan. Serve him well."

Rachel raised her hand in the ta'al and greeted him in flawless Vulcan.

"Dif-tor V'tosh" (Long live Vulcan)," she bowed again as she spoke.

Salas returned the traditional reply. "Mene V'tosh" (Life to Vulcan)

"What is your order for the evening?" asked Rachel.

"I order you to be seated and converse with me, after you have submitted our menu requests" replied Salas.

Rachel looked at her employer for permission, T'Ynise gave a quick nod of approval.

After confirming the orders with the Chef, Rachel gingerly sat next to her employer's relative.

Salas asked her what region of the country she was from.

"I'm not from England, I'm from across the seas S'haile," Rachel replied.

"Across the seas, which one, there are so many bodies of water." Salas queried

"I'm from St. Marguerite, one of the islands of the Caribbean Federation.

"A part of Terra I have not visited. Is it similar to North Africa and the Arab peninsula? I find the temperatures in those places very comfortable"

"No S'Haile, the Caribbean has a tropical climate."

"Interesting, perhaps one day I might find a logical reason to visit." Salas responded.

Rachel could feel him staring at her intensely. High ranking Vulcans did not often talk with lower ranked humans like herself unless they were giving orders. She suspected his interest was beyond mere curiosity about his cousin's employees and bordered on the sexual. Well if he wanted her to open her legs for a one night screw later she was more than willing. She wanted to know if the rumours about Vulcan men and their sexual proclivities and prowess were true.

As they continued to talk, T'Shea found it ironic that the longest conversation she had seen Salas participate in socially since he moved to London was with one of her workers. He tended to be distant when in company, some of her alien friends thought he was shy, some called him 'the strong silent type' and some downright rude. It did not stop the single ones wanting to be introduced once they were told he was unattached. One did not come across unbonded Vulcan males living offworld that often. And to quote her friend TaLeia, 'he is a handsome, sexually appealing male'. If she did not consider him more like a sa-kai (brother) than a krie (cousin) she would sleep with him herself.

He was still young, only 57 years old, a widower. Just over five years ago his adun'a died in a shuttle accident. T'Shea had tolerated T'Prisa. Fair enough she was not one of those ultra, political manipulative Vulcans that their clan seem to produce or attract like sand. But she was all wrong for Salas, too subservient, had no what the Terrans called 'backbone'.

Well it would not be long before the clan matriarch ordered him home and set him up with another 'perfect' Vulcan bondmate. Until then it looked as if Salas was checking out one of her staff for his own personal bed blanket. She would have to watch and see how that developed.

AN: Went to my first Star Trek convention today, it was great! Good to see Bruce Greenwood/Admiral Pike in the flesh, I think my female heroine Seria would still give him a look! lol

Since I cannot have Pike, I'll accept reviews lol