#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?”

glares at Delia for a moment, but Delia holds

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

attention back to

offer you made

back faster this

seeds finally paid off. Tonight, 8. You

relief. “He took the bait.

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

taking in her pale face,

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

smile. “This is going to work.

her forehead. “I kind of regret going

want to leave your sister in your father’s

looks into her lover’s

“So

Emma says, laughing, following after her.

got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s

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

drive after this, and she needs to keep her

screw it, she thinks, taking a long sip and draining half the glass. She needs the

behind her and forces her shoulders not to tense,

she hears Joyce say, his voice thick with superiority

on her lips and then slowly turns to him. “I’m not sure I’d say eager,” she says, looking him up and down. “But

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

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

his drink from Cliff, “I was

bored. And I’ve always been…curious. About that offer you made to me a few years ago. I wanted to see if

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 that Joyce had eyes

been able to have children, and that Joyce took it out – physically, mentally, and emotionally – on Emma. She also knew that he cheated

done her best to laugh them off, seeking to make the night easier

had merely laughed, saying he liked ‘em feisty, and that she should call

taking him up on that offer. Or,

taking a sip of his drink. Delia takes a sip of

for me. Then I’ll

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255