Tracey wished that were true. She shook her head and chuckled sardonically. "I really don't agree." She wasn't going to let herself be convinced; let alone by the person that had helped ruin her life. That wasn't what she was there for.
Smiling, she drained the glass and set it back down. Taking a few steps closer to Fleur, she looked at her and gave her a sultry grin. "Why do you think my life isn't ruined? You fancy girls and yet no one…well, nearly no one, knows it. What would happen to you if people knew about you?" She was careful to keep her tone nonthreatening and it even quivered slightly as if she was about to cry.
"Is there any more wine?" Tracey asked softly, looking back to the empty glass. Moving around the desk, she rested on her hand as she leaned against it. Letting her eyes roam Fleur, Tracey found the sight quite appealing. The way she looked disheveled but still elegant and beautiful was alluring.
Tracey had to find a way past her anger and hatred, at least for now, to do what she needed to do…