Ivanka cursed her bad luck under her breath, turned around with a slight smile, and greeted the two guests.
"Ivanka, I heard you were in Los Angeles; when did you get back to New York?"
Kunas asked.
"Just got back!"
Ivanka moved her lips slightly, maintaining her smile as she spoke.
Kunas looked at her mature, full curves, his gaze heating up as he leaned in closer and said, "I heard you like operas. 'Jersey Boys' is having its premiere tonight at the Belasco Theatre. I have two tickets—how about we go see it together?"
Ivanka smelled his cologne and took a half step back, gracefully declining his offer, explaining she had just returned to New York and still had work to do.
"Ivanka, let's go see the musical; you can put work aside for now,"
Mr. Thomp said.
Ivanka glanced at Mr. Thomp, raised the folder in her hand, and with a smile on her face said, "Reed, there's too much work; another day I'll treat you to a Placido Domingo concert."