"Would you prefer an audience?" Irina smirked over her shoulder with an unmistakable Come Hither look on her face, and put a little extra sway into her hips. "I am the curator of a museum in an entirely uncultured town. It isn't as if patrons are beating down the door for a tour."
"Hors d'oeuvres will be delivered at any moment, along with a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc." She glanced back once more. "I hope you like white."