Olivia Charles

I love voices. I love listening to voices, and certain voices speak to me (no pun intended). I recall a play where I loved hearing the main female actor speak. To this day, I could not tell you what the play was about, but her musical voice lingers on, a musical contralto. I love men's baritone and bass voices. Alan Rickman has to have the sexiest voice of all men in Hollywood. That deep bass voice just cuts right through me.

My heroes have voices that my heroines love to listen to. Selina will fight the trance of Raven's voice. Anna swoons at Grey's baritone and feels it surround her. And Anna's musical voice gives Grey comfort.

Today, I met our lawyer (M) in person. I spoke to him over the phone (and he has a great phone voice), but I had never met him in person. My husband has. My sister has had M do some child custody work for her but (the skank) never mentioned his looks.

So, M is doing all the paperwork for selling a house. He met us at the title company. I walk into the room and see this tall (6'3") gorgeous well-built 40-ish male with a voice to melt me into the floor. I had to stop myself from pooling at his feet.

After folding my tongue back into my mouth, I was able to introduce myself, shake hands, make small talk and introduce my mother-in-law, all the while trying not to stare or drool. Tall, dark, and handsome in the flesh with a voice like soft corduroy. Take me....

Right Olivia.... remember where you're at.... husband sitting across the table.

I didn't think men like this lived in the midwest. Aren't they all in California?

So, he's explaining all the paperwork, I'm in trance from his voice, and trying to explain the papers in a way that MIL could understand. I was able to stop staring, but not stop listening. This guy could make the phone book sound exciting.

How can I explain his voice? Like water rumbling over boulders, or chocolate on peanuts, a Cadillac driving over a brick pavement or a tuba playing ballet. Hypnotic, mesmerizing, and magnetic...