Rolf spent the last twenty minutes conversing with his publisher's wife and if he had to deal with her grabby hands any more, he was going to cause a scene. It was a relief when Marietta appeared and he smiled and moved away, taking her glass of champagne and tossing it back. "If I have to talk to another woman on the prowl who's unhappy in her marriage," he muttered, shaking his head. Rolf was aware he was a good looking guy but he wasn't exactly comfortable being propositioned.
Letting his hand find the small of her back, he admired her form. She looked good in a dress. Beautiful woman, Marietta Edgecombe. If she was a little less bitchy, that might make everything a little easier.
He hated these events and he didn't really want to be here but he enjoyed being here with Marietta. A friendly favor was nothing. "Want to dance?" he asked, amused.