Anerican English, moderate speed
Thanks in advance
She never mentioned Jean-Charles again, but couldn’t help wondering if he’d call that night. He didn’t, and she had already gone to bed, when she heard an e-mail come in, in the living room of her suite. She couldn’t resist getting up to see who it was from. Her heart pounded when she saw it was from him. She clicked it open and stared at what he’d written, devouring every word.
“I am deeply troubled after seeing you today. I had a wonderful time, and now I can’t get you out of my mind. You looked beautiful. Thank you for talking to me. You are so very wise and kind. Have I gone mad, or are you as troubled as I? J-C.”
She instantly sat down to write, with shaking hands, wondering how much she should say, and then decided to be as honest with him as she had told him that she was.
“Yes, I am troubled too. And I also loved seeing you. I think the building fell on my head. I have no idea what it means. What do you think? Is insanity contagious? Do I need medical advice? If so, please answer immediately. Thinking of you. T.”
It was actually more than she intended to say, but she sent it before she could stop herself or take it back. He answered her immediately.
“Insanity is contagious. Extremely dangerous medical condition. Be careful. Perhaps we have both fallen ill. Whatever this is, clearly very serious case. When are you coming back? J-C.”
“I don’t know. Happy Valentine’s Day. T.”
“Oh my God … that explains everything. The work of Cupidon? I will call you in New York. Bon voyage. Je t’embrasse. J-C.”
She could easily guess that Cupidon was Cupid in French, and she knew that Je t’embrasse meant “I kiss you.” Her heart pounded harder still at the thought of his calling her on her cell in New York. She wanted to resist, she knew she had to. This was truly insanity. She lived in Los Angeles and he lived here. He wasn’t even divorced yet. And sane adults did not fall in love at first sight. It just didn’t happen, she told herself. She wouldn’t let it.
But even as she thought the words, she knew she had never been so taken with anyone in her life. …
Please do not listen too hard at me pronouncing the french words (Je t'embrasse, Cupidon). I do not know much french at all so I probably did not pronounce those words right.