Why was I so nervous? Bennett had been telling me all day my mind wasn't on the job, and he was right. Trixie and I were having 'the chat' today. She'd agreed to a weekend with me, much to my surprise, and all we needed to do now was sort out the details. I knew she was probably doing it out of spite because Tony had offered her up as a bet, but I didn’t fucking care. She’d said yes, and that was all that mattered to me. I was outside smoking my sixth cigarette in a row when she came out to find me. She looked beautiful. Her long hair was half up, and she had loose curls framing her face. She was wearing silver hot pants and a small, tight red top that left little to the imagination. She must be dancing later. "Here you are," she smiled, her eyes roaming my body unashamedly. "I've been looking for you everywhere." "I needed a smoke." "Are you going to share?" she asked, raising a perfect eyebrow. I handed my half-smoked cigarette over to her and watched her inhale before handing it back.
