5
I think I can safely say it was the sexiest voice I’d ever heard.
George Clooney sexy.
Barry White smooth.
Clive Owen without the British accent.
And young. Much younger than the men I just mentioned – but I can’t think of any hot actors my own age with a voice like that.
Deep. Rumbling. Powerful.
And confident.
You could tell from the first few words that this guy was used to getting his way. Not a demanding prima donna, but just kind of a ‘the king has spoken, now make it so’ kind of way.
You could also tell he was trouble from the get-go.
“This is Connor Brooks from LMGK. Please put Klaus Zimmerman on.”
I just sort of sat there, hypnotized.
If his voice was wine, I’d want to drink it all. night. long.
Pour it all over me, please.
After a couple of seconds of me being a silent doofus, he spoke again, more impatient this time. “Hello? Is anyone there?”
I snapped back to reality. “Uh… I’m sorry, Mr. Brooks, but Mr. Zimmerman left just a few minutes ago. I can make an appointment with him if you – ”
“Who’s this? What’s your name?” he asked.
He was forceful, but he wasn’t a jerk. He wasn’t rude, other than the fact that he’d interrupted me.
Which, okay, I guess is sort of rude, but if you’d heard his voice, you wouldn’t mind if he interrupted you, either.
“Lily. Lily Ross.”
“And you’re his secretary, Lily?”
“Yes sir.”
“Ahhh, ‘yes sir,’ I like that,” he chuckled mockingly. “Lily, you have his cell number, don’t you?”
“Uh… yes, but – ”
“I’m going to need that number, Lily.”
He kept saying my name again, over and over. Sometimes when people I don’t know do that, I get annoyed. It’s a fake sales-y way to build intimacy so they can sucker you in for a set of steak knives or comprehensive life insurance.
This guy, though… I really, really wanted to hear him say my name some more.
“I’m really sorry, Mr. Brooks, but I can’t give out Mr. Zimmerman’s cell number – ”
“We’re wasting time, Lily. You and I both know Klaus is still in the building. I need his cell before he drives off to whatever frou-frou wine bar he’s going to tonight.”
Bagging on Klaus.
I liked this guy.
Well, I loved his voice, but now I liked his personality, too.
But I wasn’t about to catch a world of hell for a sexy voice. I figured I would be fired at worst; at best, three months of nagging and complaining. I could hear it already: And don’t give out my phone number again to anybody like you did LAST year…
“I’m sorry, Mr. Brooks, I can’t.”
“Discretion. I like that. Then I need you to come down here, Lily. And bring your cell phone.”
“…excuse me?”
“Come on, Lily, daylight’s burning. Stanley will be here to chaperone, and I promise I won’t bite. But I need to talk to Klaus. Immediately.”
“I’m… not sure I’m comfortable – ”
The voice on the other end sighed.
“Lily.”
Pause.
“Please?”
When he said ‘please,’ he didn’t beg.
He didn’t whine.
He wasn’t even really ‘asking.’
He…
God.
I know you’ll think that everything that happened afterwards is coloring how I’m interpreting it now, but…
…it was almost sexual.
It was the tone of voice a man might use on a woman in the bedroom, when she’s on the verge of orgasm and he wants to push her over the edge.
It was the voice of a man who knew how to get what he wanted from women. A man who knew how to push all the right buttons – and skillfully. Who knew how to ‘ask’ without really asking at all.
A man who could make you want to say yes to just about anything.
I’m blushing as I remember it.
“I’ll be down in two minutes,” I stammered.
“Good,” he purred, and hung up.