#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?”

but Delia holds her stare. Emma breaks eye contact

if you’re…assertive. Assertive now, and then let him take

turning her attention back to the phone.

Why don’t I take you up on that offer you made so many years ago. For

comes back faster this

seeds finally paid

out a sigh of relief. “He

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

taking in her pale face,

just…it feels so much more real

between them, putting 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 your vengeance. And then we’re going to be free.” Delia

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

want to leave your sister

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

before heading to the bedroom. “So what does

says, laughing, following

Chardonnay that she got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy red dress.

longingly at the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the glass. She wishes,

long drive after this,

thinks, taking a long sip and draining half

Delia hears the door open behind her and forces

with superiority and control.

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

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

favorite drink. Instead,

“I was so interested

always been…curious. About that offer you made to me a few

Emma had invited Delia 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 that

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

more and more blatant. Delia had done her best to laugh them off, seeking to make the night easier for Emma, but

feisty, and that she should

Delia taking him up on that offer. Or, at least,

smirks, taking a sip of his drink. Delia takes

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

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