#Chapter 170 – Seduction

The next morning, Delia and Emma sit at the kitchen table, Delia’s phone between them.

“Are you ready for this?” Emma asks, hesitating.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for this,” Delia says, her eyes wide.

Emma nods, understanding. She knows what she’s asking of Delia. She’s sending her into a situation that was potentially violent, unpredictable, dangerous.

“Hey,” Delia says, reaching out and taking Emma’s hand, reading the worry on her face. “I agreed to this of my own free will. If I wasn’t willing to do it, I would have said no.”

Emma nods, but shakes her head at the same time. “It’s just…it’s not right. It should be me, taking the big risk.”

“Yeah,” Delia says with a smirk, glancing down at her fit body. “But we both know that I’m the better bait.”

Emma just rolls her eyes.

Giving Emma a wink, Delia screws up her courage and grabs the phone, sending the text that they’d carefully crafted this morning.

Delia: Hey. We haven’t talked in a while. But I’ve been thinking about you…

Then, they wait.

The reply takes a long time – hours, it feels like. So long that both women get bored, moving around the kitchen, doing chores to keep the already-spotless place clean. Passing the time.

But then, suddenly, the phone blinks.

A new text message.

Emma stops, holding her breath, staring at it. But Delia moves to pick it up.

Joyce: I’m not surprised. I’ve been thinking about you too.

Delia reads it aloud to Emma and then they both stare at each other.

“What should I write back?” Delia asks quietly.

“I have…no idea.” Emma says, her voice quiet.

“Come on, Emma,” Delia says, putting a hand on her hip in frustration. “He’s your husband. What does he like?”

Delia for a moment, but Delia holds

and then let him take control later. Let him feel like…he wore

nods, turning her attention back to the phone. She

I take you up on that offer you made so many

back faster this

like planting old seeds finally paid

says, breathing out a sigh of relief. “He took

tightly while Delia types out the name of her favorite bar, where she and Evelyn have gone so many times. Then, she puts

you okay?” Delia asks, taking in her pale face, her

plan,” Emma murmurs. “It’s just…it feels so much more real now. So

going

forehead. “I kind of regret going for the vengeance now. Can’t

her eyebrows. “If you want to leave your sister in your father’s clutches,

“Okay, fine.” She looks into her lover’s eyes, her face growing determined.

“So what does

says, laughing, following after her.

glass of Chardonnay that she got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed

play it cool. She looks longingly at the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the glass.

this, and she needs to keep her

taking a long sip and draining half the glass. She needs the

open behind her and forces her shoulders not to tense,

hears Joyce say, his voice thick with superiority and control. “She must be eager

her lips and then slowly turns to him. “I’m not sure I’d

to her, leaning casually on the bar. He puts a hand up, signaling to the

– it’s her least favorite drink. Instead, she sits quietly, waiting

says, accepting his drink from Cliff, “I was

Delia says, shrugging, “I was bored. And I’ve always been…curious. About that offer you made to me a few

to have a friend to support her at the

been able to have children, and that Joyce took it out –

become more and more blatant. Delia had done her best to laugh them off, seeking to make the night easier for Emma, but when he grabbed her ass

she should call

him up on that offer.

Delia takes

a spin for me. Then I’ll

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