#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?”

moment, but Delia holds her stare. Emma breaks eye contact

now, and then let him take control later. Let him feel like…he

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

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

back

seeds finally paid off. Tonight, 8. You name

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

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

in her

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

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 whispers

hand to her forehead. “I kind of regret going for the vengeance now. Can’t

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

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

“So what does bait wear on a date

laughing, following after

her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in

She looks longingly at the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering

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

she thinks, taking a long sip and draining

hears the door open behind her and forces her shoulders not to

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

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

bar. He puts a hand up,

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

drink from Cliff, “I was so interested to get

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

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

failing. That they had not been able to have children, and that Joyce took it out – physically,

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

laughed, saying he liked ‘em feisty, and that she should call him someday

was Delia taking him up on

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

a spin for me. Then I’ll decide if the offer still

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