Chapter 77 - The Sexiest Voice
Q. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?
"Yesterday, in the shower. I blasted some music and scrubbed my body clean."
"You did that on purpose. You wanted me to imagine you!" His voice was low and gruff. Even though he seemed like he was scolding her, there was amusement hidden underneath those words.
'What a tease,' he thought.
"I may or may not be guilty of the crime you just mentioned," she replied, admitting to her folly.
"When did you last sing to someone else?" he asked, wishing to turn the conversation to a more PG-rated one. He didn't want to turn their platonic conversations into something else. It would just not benefit what these questions were about.
"I don't even remember. I don't even go to karaoke's so I don't think I have ever sang in front of someone…" she grumbled. These questions really were obscure. "But now that I think about it, during the fresher's celebration, the seniors asked me to sing a song which someone else could lap dance to. That was the first and last time I sang in front of others." She frowned at the memory. A hall full of people had heard her sing that song and she had felt utterly humiliated.
"Damn, what did you sing?" he asked, a little excited.
"Buttons by Pussycat dolls," she admitted, abashed.
"You have to be kidding me, love. You have to sing it for me." He jumped from his bed, going over to his computer and taking out the lyrics so that he could hear her sing it and enjoy the song to the fullest.
"No. Definitely not," she said firmly.
"Please, love?" he coaxed. "I'll record myself stripping if it makes you feel better," he pleaded in a low voice that made her feel vulnerable. He had a way of making her do things.
"You promise?" she asked in a small voice, resolution building in her heart. He hummed in acknowledgment and waited patiently for her to muster up the courage and sing the song.
When she began, her voice was soft and barely audible, but as the song progressed, she seemed to grow louder, singing the notes with confidence. Her voice was clear and pure, sexy even though she tried not to make it sexual. He joined in after a little while, giving her a push during the chorus. She gained more confidence.
On the other side of the city, Katherine was standing on top of her bed, swinging her hips and shimmying to the beats of the song, her voice wavering with the motion. She personally loved the song, but singing it in front of so many people had made her nervous. Now, in front of him, it was a bit awkward, but she could get past it easily.
'What a turn of events,' she thought as he started to sing along. When she finished, she was breathless and she could hear his breathing following hers. It was calming.
"You have the sexiest voice," he said after a long moment of silence.
"I thought we were answering questions!" she grumbled, a little conscious of herself after his compliment.
"We were!" he said enthusiastically.
"Then answer," she commanded. He chuckled, sensing her embarrassment and said the words that had been in his mind for some time.
"I am going to sing a song to someone else and myself the minute we get off this phone and you are going to find out all about it, aren't you?"
"You're actually going to do it?" she squeaked.
"Does that make you nervous?" he asked confidently.
"You just surprised me," she admitted. She took a deep breath before saying further. "Guess what? I will wait for it. Show me what you have got, Mr. Ray." With that she hung up the phone, leaving him in awe of her.
He gave himself a wicked smile and scrolled through the page, looking for a song he could dance for her to. Finding it, he plugged in his cameras and placed them at different angles throughout the room. This was a professional set-up. Even Magic Mike would be afraid of his abilities.
He went into his dressing room and changed into appropriate clothing.
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She had a tall glass of iced tea in her hand when the video came in. It was a huge file and she wondered what he had sent that was this quality.
She opened it quickly and was stunned to see that it was HD. He was standing in a three piece suit, grey and looking delicious on his body. He had his hands crossed in front of him and he was looking down. What was odd about the video was that his face was precisely blurred out… it almost looked like a professional job.
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Her eyes widened as she saw him unbutton the cuffs of his suit and turn his head to the side. Though she couldn't see his face, she could see the perfect shape of his body and she almost thought that it had been taken off the internet or something. But she watched in fascination as the man broke into moves she had never expected coming from a man she had imagined to be a couch potato for the longest period. She stared as he rolled his body, waving like the waves of the ocean, his movements sending tingles down her spine for reasons unknown.
But this was only the preview. He fell down to his knees and slid forward. Though his face was not visible, she wondered if it had hurt. She winced when she saw him do it, but it was soon replaced by waves of pleasured shock when he rolled to the ground and thrust his body in ways that made her blush.
No, it wasn't a blush of embarrassment; it had more to do with anticipation. It was like watching the teaser to a show she had craved for a long time. She shook her head, trying to move away from the image, but watched the video—transfixed.
Slowly, the coat came off, and then the waistcoat, followed by the shirt. She quickly paused the video and stared in awe. 'One.. two…' she counted.
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