#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 holds her stare. Emma breaks eye

and then let him take

attention back to the phone.

I take you up on that offer you made so many years ago. For

back faster

planting old seeds finally paid off. Tonight, 8.

sigh of relief.

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

in her pale face,

“It’s just…it feels so much more real now. So

her hands steadily on Emma’s shoulders. “It’s all going to be okay,” she says, giving her a small smile. “This is going to work. And then you’re going to have

little, putting her hand to her forehead. “I kind of regret

you want

into her lover’s eyes, her face growing determined.

before heading to the bedroom. “So what does bait wear on a date to destroy her best friend’s ex-husband!?” Delia

following after her. “Definitely

at her favorite bar, sipping a glass of Chardonnay that she got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy

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

a long drive after this,

thinks, taking a long sip

Delia hears the door open behind her and forces

his voice thick with superiority

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

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

least favorite drink. Instead, she sits quietly, waiting for him to

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

always been…curious. About that offer you made to

the family’s Christmas party, hoping to have a friend to support her at the event. Delia had been happy to come, but had sensed immediately

not been able to have children, and that Joyce took it out – physically, mentally, and emotionally – on Emma. She also knew that he cheated

on and Joyce got drunker, his 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

laughed, saying he liked ‘em feisty, and that she should call him someday if she ever wanted a good

up on that offer. Or, at least,

smirks, taking a sip of his drink. Delia takes a sip of hers,

a spin for me. Then I’ll decide if the

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