Part 13
Willow gave a soft smile as she felt strong arms wrap around her from behind.
Remy leaned down and placed a kiss on the side of Willow's neck before whispering in her ear, "Ready, chere?"
Willow leaned back into his embrace and tilted her head to the side to give him better access, "Mmmm, you betcha." she teased.
Remy softly chuckled as he gently nipped her neck, "If Remy didn't t'ink an audience would put a damper on t'ings he'd take you up on d'at offer."
Emma opened the door of the mansion and leaned against the doorway with an arched brow. The clearing of her throat caused Remy to look up but not stop his current activities. Willow stiffened in his arms at the sound.
"See? Told you an audience would do d'at." Remy whispered before kissing her cheek and reluctantly letting Willow go.
He leaned down to pick up Willow's suitcase along with his own bag. "Time to go."
"I see you haven't changed, Remy." Emma slightly smiled.
"Never, chere." Remy winked back.
Emma straightened and walked down the steps to greet her latest intern. She held out her hand to Willow, "Hello. You must be Miss Rosenberg. I'm Emma Frost."
"Hi, nice meeting you and thank you so much for this opportunity with your company."
"Not at all, you earned it." Emma turned an amused face to Remy, "How is it you're with an intelligent, polite young woman? Does she not know what you're really like?" The question was asked mildly but there was a hint of steel under that question that caused Remy to bristle.
Remy let his mask fall into place. "She knows all she needs to about me."
Willow hoped her face was masking her thoughts but she doubted it. She wondered what that little exchange was about.
Emma stared at Remy for a brief moment before turning to Willow, "Welcome to the Hell Fire Club, Willow. This is where the interns will be gathering for social functions and to relax. There is plenty of space for when the parties go into the early morning hours and they don't feel like returning to the academy. Remy of course will be staying here as the academy is for interns and my students only. You are welcome to stay here with him if you would like." Before Willow could protest she continued, "In case you feel like you might not be a part of the interns I have asked a few of the others to stay here as well. There are about ten of them staying at the moment."
Willow had no idea what to say to that, it was certainly unexpected. She had no idea if Buffy was in the group, they hadn't contacted the Slayer since she reported in that they didn't suspect Willow and to go ahead with the plan. She certainly couldn't ask. It wasn't like she was supposed to know any of the others. She glanced over at Remy.
Remy tightened his hold on Willow and smiled over at Emma, "T'anks for the kind offer, Emma. It's up to Willow if she wants to stay here or go with the others. We'll just go up an' look at my room. I'll let you know what we decide, non?"
"Of course, take your time. I'll show you to your room." Emma turned on her heel and started into the mansion.
Remy picked up their bags and followed.
Willow took in as much of her surroundings as she could while following Remy. Buffy knew they were coming today but as it was only three in the afternoon she was probably with the others at Frost International so if she had been at the mansion she wouldn't be here to see them.
As Emma reached the landing she called over her shoulder, "To the left is where some of the interns are staying and to the right is where Remy and some other members of the Club will be staying. I will be dividing my time between the Club and the Academy." She glanced over her shoulder at Willow as she continued down the hall, "You can have your choice of either staying in this wing with Remy, the other wing with the interns or at the Academy. Just let me know what you decide."
Emma halted in front of Remy's room, "Home, sweet home." She stepped aside and let Remy and Willow enter. "I'll be downstairs in my office for a couple of hours. The interns that stay here will be returning around six this evening. The club is sponsoring dinner tonight so everyone will be arriving at seven thirty. I'll leave you to get settled in."
"Thank you, Ms. Frost." Willow called to Emma as she left.
Remy shut the door and pulled Willow into his arms, "Now, what were you sayin' about bein' ready?"
Willow batted at his arm, "Remy!" Willow stepped out of his embrace and began pacing, "What am I gonna do? Should I stay here or go to the Academy? Where's Buffy staying? Do you think the interns here are the ones that are gonna be turned and that's why they're separated out or are the ones being turned at the Academy? If I stay here and Buffy's at the Academy we can always meet at Frost International and compare notes. That will have us covering both places." Willow finally took a breath and Remy just watched her with a dazed smile on his face.
"Petite, you gonna wear a hole in d'at rug. Let's just wait until dinner and talk to Buffy before you decide."
Willow stopped pacing and turned to Remy and sighed, "You're right. I just wasn't expecting the offer. God, I wish I was a telepath or something so I could let the Professor know what's happening."
Remy pulled Willow back into his arms and placed a kiss on the top of her head, "The Professor is an Alpha grade mutant. His abilities make it easy for him to contact us or if needed to probe our minds even from a great distance."
"But that's for him to contact us, why didn't we ask how we're supposed to contact him? I mean how's he gonna know when the meeting will take place or when to come to the mansion?"
Remy went over to his bag and pulled out a very small device. "The old fashioned way. Bugging."
"Bugging? Won't someone at the Club have a way to jam the signal?"
"Nah, they would but these are from Logan's friend Nick. Best of the best."
"So we just wait until dinner with Buffy and decide then?"
"Yep." Remy leaned down to nip at Willow's earlobe. "Any suggestions what we should do while we're waitin'?"
Willow smiled as she snaked her arms around Remy's waist and pulled him even closer, "Oh maybe one or two."
