#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

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

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

on that offer you made so many years ago. For a drink. Alone.

comes back faster this

Looks like planting old seeds finally paid off.

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

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

in

going according to plan,” Emma murmurs. “It’s just…it feels so much more real now. So much more

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

“I kind of regret going for the

you want to leave your sister

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

quick peck on Emma’s lips before heading to the bedroom. “So what does

Emma says, laughing, following

7:45, Delia is 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

crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the glass. She wishes, desperately, that she could chug

this,

taking a long sip and draining half

later, Delia hears the door open behind her and forces her

she hears Joyce say, his voice thick with superiority and control. “She

slowly turns to him. “I’m

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

her least favorite drink. Instead, she sits quietly, waiting for him to

accepting his drink from Cliff, “I was so interested to get your message

you made to

a friend to support her

Joyce took it out – physically, mentally, and emotionally – on Emma.

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 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

up on that

of his drink. Delia takes a

up,” Joyce says languidly. “Do a spin for me. Then I’ll

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