#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 her stare. Emma breaks

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

nods, turning her attention back to the phone. She types

up on that offer you

comes back faster this

old seeds finally paid off. Tonight, 8.

Delia says, breathing out a sigh of relief. “He took the bait. We’re having drinks at

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

okay?” Delia asks, taking in her

“It’s all going to be okay,” she says, giving her a small smile. “This is going to work. And

her forehead. “I kind of regret going for the

Delia says, raising her eyebrows. “If you want to leave your sister

She looks into her lover’s eyes, her face growing

heading to the bedroom. “So

laughing, following after her. “Definitely

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

gathering on the outside of the glass. She wishes, desperately, that she could chug it for the calm it

there’s a long drive after this, and she needs to keep

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

forces her shoulders not to tense, even

hears Joyce say, his voice thick with superiority and control. “She must be eager for

slowly turns to him. “I’m not sure I’d say

casually on the bar. He puts a hand

her least favorite drink. Instead, she

Cliff, “I was so interested to

says, shrugging, “I was bored. And I’ve always been…curious. About that offer you made

friend to support her at the event. Delia had been happy to

out – physically, mentally,

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

‘em feisty, and that she should call him

up on that offer. Or,

Delia takes a sip

for me. Then I’ll

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