Remi's tentative yes.

Remi realized that she had been holding her breath. How long had she been here for? How long had Mrs. Reardon been watching her, waiting for her answer? Was she really so patient that she was willing to wait around all this time just for an answer?

It was hard for Remi to give one. Even wrapping her lips around the words was difficult. Nothing like this had ever happened before, and a little, responsible voice was already chastising her for wasting so much time. But this was Safiya's section anyway, and someone had finally taken notice of her.

More than that, but Remi hadn't been able to stop thinking about the scene in the bedroom since Kelly had first lead her in there. It was like that image was burned into her retinas. She could see the curves of that woman, the other Mrs. Reardon, her ass up in the air and wrapped like a Christmas present in lacy black lingerie. How long had she been waiting there now, her back arched, her wrists cuffed to the headboard of the bed? What was she thinking about?

Was it Remi?

Remi knew that she would never be able to live with herself if she said no to Kelly Reardon. She would always be wondering about what today could have been like. What was waiting for her outside, anyway? Just more stupid laundry and more disappointment from Safiya. She had spent plenty of days handling both of those things, and they had long since gotten boring. She wanted some fun. She wanted some adventure for once. And fuck, she needed some action. It had be far too damn long.

Remi's voice broke even before she spoke. She gulped, steeled herself, and looked Mrs. Reardon in the eye. "Okay," she said.