“I’m sorry if I am bothering you, I just…need to ask you about something,” Tracey told her as she slid into the chair. It was hard to be polite to Fleur, she couldn’t imagine how hard it would have been to talk to Gabrielle. Actually, Tracey knew there would have been no talking…
“I really don’t know how to say this,” she admitted with a sigh. Looking up, she paused. She noticed how the top two buttons had come undone. Tracey, though she was loathe to admit it and hated herself for it, was a little randy due to her sick little daydream of shagging Sara to get Heidi out of her head. “It’s something…personal.”
Tracey looked at Fleur as she tried to gauge her reaction.