Page 39 of Wolf Promise
“Everything okay?” she asked.
His gaze cut to her briefly, but then he kept looking around the room. Arek probably spoke to him through the earpiece, but Regie couldn’t hear anything.
The band announced they would take a quick break and the other couples on the dance floor mingled and chatted on their way back to the tables. The mayor approached them and Regie’s breath caught when she realized she’d have to get into character as the fake fiancée.
“Regie,” the middle-aged woman said as she reached them. “I don’t believe I’ve met your companion.” The dark-haired woman wore an off-white dress that draped beautifully over her toned body and highlighted her olive skin. The mayor practiced yoga and Pilates regularly, which contributed to her looking a decade younger than her actual age.
“This is my fiancé, Bolt Varg,” Regie said, hoping Bolt had finished listening to the person speaking in his ear.
He immediately shifted his focus. “Madame Mayor, it’s such a pleasure to meet you. Please call me Bolt.”
The other woman’s gaze did a slow scan from his face, down to his feet and back up again. A hot wave of jealousy flooded Regie, and she took Bolt’s hand. The quick quirk of his lips showed he hadn’t missed the mayor’s blatant appreciation or Regie’s blatant possessiveness.
“Fiancé?” the older woman exclaimed. She turned toward Regie. “You’ve kept that close to your chest.”
Bolt pulled Regie’s hand to his lips and kissed it. “We’ve been dating long distance since I worked abroad. Our engagement is recent. It took me a while to convince this beautiful lady to let me put a ring on her finger.”
Even though she knew he played a role, Regie blushed for real when she saw the appreciation in his eyes. “This is our first public appearance since the engagement.”
“Let me be one of the first to congratulate you,” the mayor chirped, and pulled Regie in for a hug. She released her and then embraced Bolt for a much longer hug.
Regie rolled her eyes, which Bolt saw, and his lips quirked again.
Camera flashes went off as the mayor finally released Regie’s fiancé—fake fiancé. Dang it. She had been doing so well, but now she forgot the fake part again.
The photographer asked them to pose for a few shots and the mayor insisted on putting Bolt between the two women. Probably because she wanted to be able to put her arm around him.
Finally, the camera people drifted away and so did the mayor. Bolt placed his hand on the lower part of her back and guided her toward their table.
“Wow, you met the mayor,” Arek said as they reached their seats.
“She pinched my butt while we posed for pictures,” Bolt said in a low voice as he pulled out a chair for Regie.
“Actually, that was me,” she admitted.
Bolt froze and shot her an incredulous look. He threw his head back and laughed loudly. As she sat down in the offered chair, Bolt leaned down. “Beautiful and mischievous, I’ll get you for that pinch later,” whispered in her ear, his hot breath causing delicious shivers all through her body.
Nora and Ulf—who’d finally arrived—approached the table. The tall blond man pulled out a chair into which Nora elegantly slid. “We got nothing,” she said. “If the stalker creep is still here, he’s not currently obsessing about Regie. At least not in a way that’s obvious visually.”
Bolt swore. “When he so arrogantly texted Regie, I hoped we’d get him tonight.”
“We’ll get him,” Arek said. “But I’d feel more comfortable if you and Regie left since we don’t have eyes on him and he might still be in this location.”
“Me too,” Bolt answered, his gaze scanning the room again.
“Try acting less than a bodyguard and more like a besotted fiancé,” Nora said. “If the creep is still in the room, it’s obvious that you are in protective mode.”
“It’s not in his nature to turn that off,” Ulf said.
Bolt shot him a look. “If your fiancée had just received a creepy text, wouldn’t you be on alert?”
Ulf nodded. “Anyone would. Good point. Well presented.”
Bolt shook his head at him and turned to Regie. “Let’s go home.”
She had to look away to hide how much she liked hearing him calling her apartment their home. “Let me say goodbye to Grandfather first.”
“I’ll go with you,” he answered.