Zachary Fairchild's voice was magnetic, the kind that could make your ears tingle. Although Olivia Wynne wasn't someone with a particular weakness for voices, she found herself captivated by his deep, clear tone, and her heart couldn't help but flutter.
A blush crept up her cheeks again. Olivia Wynne held the phone away from her ear with her right hand and gently patted her face with her left.
Once the heat in her cheeks subsided, Olivia Wynne brought the phone back to her ear.
"You enjoy joking, Minister Fairchild."
"I'm not joking. I only tell the truth," Zachary Fairchild replied, his voice low.
Olivia Wynne's heart was racing. She pressed her left hand to her chest, waiting for it to calm down before she cleared her throat and said, "Minister Fairchild, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."
"Go on," Zachary Fairchild replied in a low voice.
Olivia Wynne mulled it over for a moment, then finally said what she'd been wanting to say for a long time.
