He’d never seen anyone move with such grace. Her movements were a mesmerizing combination of seamless twists, turns, and sways that reminded him of a dance.
And while Olly fully acknowledged—and accepted—the fact that he was only here to garner information as it pertained to Rose, that didn’t render him incapable of appreciating the natural beauty that was the female form.
Regarding Scarlett Hathaway, well…Olly appreciated thehellout of her form.
“Thank you so much for agreeing to wait while I changed.” She approached him with a touch of fluster. “And again, I amsosorry for that whole crazy, embarrassing situation.” A soft chuckle sounded as she came to a stop near where he sat. “Could we maybe start again?” Her lashes fluttered, and her rosy lips curled into a hopeful grin. With her hand stretched out for him to take, she said, “Hi. I’m Scarlett.”
The soft rasp in the woman’s voice was far sexier than it should have been, and damn if his dick wasn’t doing its best to react.
Down boy. That’s not why we’re here.
Olly hesitated only a few seconds before pushing himself to his feet. With only a few inches between them, he slid his palm against hers.
Scarlett’s green gaze widened slightly from the contact, just as it had earlier when he’d moved her out of the elevator’s path. And like before, Olly felt an inexplicable zing of electricity shooting into his skin from their point of contact.
What the hell was that?
His cock jumped behind his zipper as if preparing itself for something that wasn’t going to happen. The damn thing didn’t seem to care that the touch was innocent. It just…wanted.
She’s not for you.
“Olly.” He gave her delicate hand a final, gentle shake before releasing his grip.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Olly.”
Moving around the small coffee table to the matching chair facing him, Scarlett reached behind her neck, pulling her long, thick locks over one shoulder. With the danger of sitting on her own hair no more, she lowered herself down and set the folder on the table before her.
Olly’s gaze followed the length of her copper waves as they settled like a curtain of silk over the swell of her right breast…and beyond. With the ends of her hair gathered in a soft pool at her lap, the entrancing woman wasted no time getting down to business.
“Here.” She leaned forward and opened the file. Retrieving the item on top, she held it out for him to take. “This is my birth certificate. The original, not a copy. Oh, and here’s my driver’s license for comparison.” Scarlett reached inside her purse and pulled out a wallet.
Seconds later, Olly was staring down at what appeared to be legitimate government-issued documents. He started with her driver’s license. According to the small, plastic card, twenty-eight-year-old Scarlett Marie Hathaway was from Aurora, Indiana.
Scarlett Marie.
Though they’d only just met, he couldn’t help but think her name fit her perfectly.
He took in the rest of the printed information. The birthday listed on the license was January 17, and the five-six height shown fit perfectly with his earlier estimation. The woman’s given weight also coincided with what he was seeing, as did the green eyes.
But Olly knew better than most how easily fake IDs could be made. Even those that appeared as legit as the one he was holding.
With a quick shift, he lifted the birth certificate for a better view. At first glance, everything appeared to be in order. The names and dates of birth were also a match.
Her mother’s maiden name was listed as Charlene Marie Sprague. The father, one Daniel Shane Hathaway.
Of course, he wouldn’t know about the mother and father listed there until he had a chance to pass this information along to someone who could do a deep dive into their backgrounds. Luckily he knew exactly who to go to for something like that.
Until then…
“Thanks,” Olly muttered. He handed the license and birth certificate back to Scarlett, but not before he’d committed the important intel they provided to memory.
“I also brought my tax return from last year, my two most recent pay stubs, and a copy of the lease I signed for my apartment.”
His lips fought not to smirk as he watched the captivating woman pull out even more personal documents to share. Like before, Olly took his time scanning the provided information.
The tax return and pay stubs both listed her employer as the South Dearborn Community School Corporation, located in Aurora, Indiana.
“I teach first grade,” the forthcoming woman offered willingly. “Thankfully, I have several weeks’ worth of vacation days saved up. Not that I’m planning on being here that long. I hope we find Rose before that, anyway. But even if we don’t, our Spring Break starts soon, which would give me two extra weeks without dipping into my cache.”