#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

Emma says. “He’ll like it if you’re…assertive. Assertive now, and then let

back to the phone. She types

you made

text comes back faster

seeds finally paid

a sigh of relief. “He took

of her favorite bar, where she and Evelyn have gone so many times. Then, she puts her phone back into

you okay?” Delia asks, taking in her pale

to plan,” Emma murmurs. “It’s just…it feels

is going to work. And then you’re going to have

laughs a little, putting her hand to her forehead. “I kind of regret going for the vengeance

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

She looks into her lover’s eyes, her

a quick peck on Emma’s lips before heading to the bedroom. “So what does bait wear on a date to destroy her best

laughing, following after

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 to

got to calm 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

this, and she needs to

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

the door open behind her and forces

early,” she hears Joyce say, his voice thick with superiority and

to put a sultry smile on her lips and then slowly turns to him. “I’m

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

it’s her least favorite drink. Instead,

Joyce says, accepting his drink from Cliff, “I

been…curious. About that offer you made to

years back Emma had invited Delia to the family’s Christmas party, hoping to have a friend to support

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

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

taking him up on that offer. Or,

drink. Delia takes a sip of hers, returning his

a spin for me. Then I’ll

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