Magda’s phone was on speaker and Sienna was squealing like a pig stuck with a poker.
“Would you stop?”
“I can’t,” Sienna gushed. “It’s so exciting and sexy. He took one look at you in the boardroom and set his sights on you.”
“You’ve been spending too much time in the fiction section of the library,” Magda was putting dishes away from the dishwasher in the kitchen while she talked to her third best friend. “Quite possibly the section of the type of romance novels they sell in drugstores and airport bookstores.”
“Who has time,” Sienna complained. “I’m trying to work on my thesis, visit mom, work in the library, and then work more on my thesis.”
“And have you done any flirting with Mr. Private Security Detail?”
“We’re talking about you and the billionaire banker who wants to bang you,
