#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 for a moment, but Delia holds

Emma says. “He’ll like it if you’re…assertive. Assertive now, and then let him take control later. Let him feel like…he wore you down. Broke

turning her attention back to the phone. She types out a

on that offer you made

comes back faster this

planting old seeds finally paid off.

relief. “He

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

you okay?” Delia asks, taking in her pale

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

her a small smile. “This is going to work. And then you’re going to have your vengeance. And then we’re going to be free.” Delia

putting her hand to her forehead. “I kind of regret going for

“If you want

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

to the bedroom. “So what does

laughing, following

a glass of Chardonnay that she got from Cliff, her

glass of wine, the condensation gathering on

drive after this, and she

a long sip

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

with superiority and control. “She must be

turns to him. “I’m

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

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

Joyce says, accepting his drink from Cliff, “I was so interested to

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

to support her at the event. Delia had been happy to come, but had sensed immediately

That they had 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 her wildly, and publicly. Perhaps as a way to shame

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

feisty, and that she

him up on that offer. Or,

of his drink. Delia takes a sip of hers, returning

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

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