Tracey wasn't so convinced. Part of her really wanted to argue with Fleur and yell and scream at her about how wrong she was. If anyone knew she was a lesbian, Tracey believed, there would be an outcry to get her fired. Let alone if anyone knew about her…questionable lineage.
Deciding not to fight, it was counter productive, Tracey simply shrugged.
"You don't think I deserve a little wine after the month I've had?" Tracey teased as she took the glass. She was careful to place her lips on the mark left by Fleur's on the glass as she took a long sip.
Despite all her anger, Tracey's efforts to forget it was made easier being so close to the Veela. She smelled…heavenly. No wonder she was nearly impossible to resist. Tracey didn't plan on resisting, quite the opposite…
Tracey got even a little closer. She was sure that now Fleur had caught the scent of her mate on Tracey as if the scent was Tracey's own. Tracey believed it would work that way, she would find out.
Playfully, she reached up and lightly played with the collar of Fleur's blouse. "This never happened," she assured her, innuendo dripping from her words.