#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?”

moment, but Delia holds her stare.

now, and then let him take control later. Let him feel like…he wore you down. Broke

turning her attention back to the

on that offer you made so many years ago. For a

comes back

seeds finally paid off. Tonight, 8. You

of relief. “He took the bait. We’re having drinks at

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

you okay?” Delia asks, taking in her

just…it feels so much more real now.

says, giving her a small smile. “This is going to work. And then you’re going to have your vengeance.

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

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

She looks into her lover’s eyes, her face growing determined. “Let’s

the bedroom. “So what does

says, laughing, following after her.

is sitting on her favorite stool at her favorite bar, sipping a glass of Chardonnay that she got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. Her foot jiggles anxiously, and, noticing it, Delia sighs and forces herself

crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the glass. She wishes, desperately, that she could

after this, and she needs to keep

thinks, taking a long sip

the door open behind her and forces her shoulders not to tense,

say, his voice thick with superiority and control. “She must

works to put a sultry smile on her lips and then slowly turns to him. “I’m not

stool next to her, leaning casually on the bar. He puts a hand

avoids grimacing – it’s her least favorite drink. Instead, she

his drink from Cliff, “I was so interested to get

always been…curious. About that offer you made to me a few years ago. I wanted to see if it still

to have a friend to support

was failing. That they had not been able to have children, and that Joyce took it out – physically, mentally, and emotionally –

come-ons had 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 and whispered in his ear that he wanted to f**k her, Delia had pushed him away and

he liked ‘em feisty, and that she should call him someday if

on that offer.

drink. Delia takes a sip of

a spin for me. Then

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