#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?”

for a moment, but Delia holds her stare.

then let him take control later.

attention back to the

offer you made so

text comes back faster this

Looks like planting old seeds finally paid off. Tonight, 8. You

sigh of relief. “He took the

where she and Evelyn have gone so many times. Then, she puts her

asks, taking in her

“It’s just…it feels

okay,” she says, giving her a small smile. “This is going

hand to her forehead. “I kind of regret going for the vengeance now. Can’t we just

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

looks into her lover’s eyes, her

my girl,” Delia says, planting a quick peck on Emma’s lips before heading to the bedroom. “So what does bait wear on a date to destroy her best friend’s ex-husband!?” Delia calls

laughing, following after her. “Definitely

got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s

the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the

there’s a long drive after this, and she needs to

a long sip and draining half the glass. She

later, Delia hears the door open behind her and forces her shoulders not to

voice thick with superiority and

and then slowly turns to him. “I’m not sure I’d say eager,”

leaning casually on the bar. He puts a hand up, signaling to the bartender, and then

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

his drink from Cliff, “I

About that offer you made to me a few years ago. I wanted to see if

to have a friend to support her at the

and that Joyce took it out – physically, mentally, and emotionally – on Emma. She also knew that he cheated on her wildly, and publicly. Perhaps as

to laugh them off, seeking to make the night easier for Emma, but when he grabbed her ass and whispered in his ear

and that she should call him

on that offer. Or,

his drink. Delia takes a sip

languidly. “Do a spin for me. Then I’ll

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