#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?”

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

back to the phone. She types out a

Why don’t I take you up on that offer you made so many

text comes back faster

planting old seeds finally paid off.

a sigh of relief. “He took the bait. We’re

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

you okay?” Delia asks, taking in

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

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

her forehead. “I kind of regret going for the vengeance

want to leave your sister in your father’s clutches,

at this. “Okay, fine.” She looks into her lover’s eyes, her face growing determined. “Let’s do

heading to the bedroom. “So what does bait wear on a date to destroy her best friend’s ex-husband!?” Delia calls over her

says, laughing, following after her.

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

the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of

long drive after this, and she needs to

it, she thinks, taking a long sip and

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

Joyce say, his voice thick with superiority

her lips and then slowly turns to him. “I’m not

to her, leaning casually on the bar. He puts a hand up, signaling to the bartender, and then orders

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

drink from Cliff, “I was so interested to get

About that offer you made

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 Joyce

that Joyce took it out –

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 pushed

‘em feisty, and that she should call him someday if she

him up on that offer. Or, at

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

languidly. “Do a spin for me. Then

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