Nadia placed a tray with dessert and two steeping teapots—one of chrysanthemum tea for Siobhan, and a Sencha green for herself—on the coffee table. The remnants of their margherita pizza had been put away, and the second superhero movie rumbled away in the background. “I’m not taking your bait,” Siobhan said evenly, snagging a plate of double-dutch chocolate pie from the tray. “One would think you’d be bored by now and stop trying.” “I’m not trying to bait you. Much,” Nadia replied, settling in on the other end of the couch. “I refuse to believe you don’t have any prospects, not with the fan club your alter ego has.” “Oh no, you don’t,” Siobhan laughed. “That’s so not going to happen.” “Yes, it is.” Nadia poured a serving of her tea, added a dollop of honey. “We just need to narrow the list to the best candidates for the job. What possible reason could you have to not want to have some sexy-times of your own?
