Moving In

"Guys be careful with that!" Gage shouted as she wiped some sweat off her forehead.

"We're trying Miss. Jansen!" Mike; one of the movers replied as they continued to carry the heavy cartons.

"Trying is not enough! These vases cost as much as your lives all put together, do you hear me?" She continued, ticking out the carton from her list of things to move as she heard a bumping sound into the house.

"Urgh, incompetents!" she sighed.

She looked around; the sun in this region of Tampa was unbearable. Of all the places she'd been, the sun had never been so bitter. The rays seemed to be swords that landed directly on her skin.

She took out one of her tanning creams and rubbed some of it slightly on her forearms.

"Maybe if you didn't shout at them, they'd work better." A manly voice said behind her.

"Excuse me!" she turned, raising one of her eyebrows at the man in front of her.

"Well, I just thought that maybe if you-'

"Wait, correct me if I'm wrong but why would I listen to some body builder, surely high on steroids who appears to be a neighbour?" Gage stated, giving a fake questioning look to the man.

"Okay…First am not a body builder, I am a wres'

"Awesome! Now why don't you get back to your…" she waved away, then pushing some of her hair back and turning back to her list.

"Would it hurt to show some respect?"

Gage sighed, finally turning her attention to the man. Taking the time to study him. Through her black wayfarers, she could discern his silhouette and an appealing physique.

The man was dressed in a simple white tank top, so tiny his muscles showed outrageously, large jean shorts and a pair of black sneakers.

She smiled innocently at the man, taking off her glasses to adjust her vision.

"What?" she asked, opening her arms out at the man.

"Hum…'

"You must be here for a reason right? So what do you want?" she persisted.

"I do not want anything! I just thought you should treat your movers a little better!" he replied, apparently astonished.

"Ooh, I see." She answered, his opinion not fazing her for a second.

"You know what? Never mind." he said, giving up.

"I was planning on doing just that!"

Gage turned back to what she was doing as the man mumbled things under his breath and headed back to his own house. She turned one last time and observed him, all in all amused by his pathetic attempt to sympathise.

She had to admit, he was a very beautiful man. The kind of species you couldn't find where she lived. She'd never been a huge fan of muscles; but his were just perfect on him.

Her head snapped when she heard another noise; like glass breaking in the house.

"Oh no they didn't!" she hissed, putting her paper down and heading back into the house immediately.

0°…°0

"Land' O lakes! Home of nice neighbours…my ass!" I hissed as he closed the front door behind him.

"Bitch called me a body builder!"

"Baby, are you okay?" Liz asked, as she walked down the stairs. She wore nothing but a large wife beater and a pair of black boxers.

"Well hello beautiful!" I chuckled as he watched her yawn.

"Hello handsome! What was that about?" she added, putting her arms around my neck. Even after eight years of marriage together, she seemed to stay the same Liz.

"The new neighbour." I answered, holding her by the middle and pecking her lips.

"Let's say, she's not as nice as you thought she would be." I continued.

"Really? Too bad I wanted to invite her to dinner some time." She said, a pout showing on her face.

"Yeah, too bad." I pointed.

Liz was that kind of woman. The type who would invite you for dinner to welcome you in your new neighbourhood, she was a caring friend, a faithful and devoted wife and maybe some day; a wonderful mother.

"But…we can still invite her and see if you two can get along a little better." She pleaded, giving me her famous puppy dog eye look.

"Lizzie…" I sighed.

"Please…I don't know anyone around here, and it'd be good to have a friend when you're on the road."

"I understand, but…' I drifted off. There was something about that woman that didn't seem right. They say the first impression mattered right; well mine was a bad one. For some reason, I couldn't picture my wife being friends with that woman, as a matter of fact; I don't think she wants to be friends to anyone.

But this was about Liz and not me. Most of the time, I'm on the road and she has to stay here alone most of the time.

"Fine, you can invite her."

"Thank you baby!" she squealed.

" What wouldn't I do for my Lizzie?"

"I love you." Liz said, as she tip toed to me and kissed me again.

"I love you too." I answered, returning her kiss.

As she climbed up the stairs, I went to the Kitchen to pour myself some coffee. Looking through the window I saw the woman again.

Putting her notes down on one of the cartons, I watched her as she bent forward, her head upside down to hold her hair.

She wore small denim shorts, which offered a perfect view on her long legs. Her skin was very white, almost pale and the back of her neck had turned red, probably because of the sun.

She straightened her figure, her arms still trying to fix her hair. From where, I stood there was a dark spot down her armpits; something like a tattoo or a birth mark. Her tank top was so loose, her black bra showed completely to the side. Her shorts were outrageously small and she seemed perfectly comfortable.

Putting down my cup, I continued to watch her as she walked to her front door. As she walked, she swayed her hips from side to side; in a seductive or better yet boastful manner.

Finally, she turned into my direction. Her eyes seemed to be looking into my direction, like she was looking at me. But that was impossible, from where she was she couldn't.

It was obvious I didn't like her at all. Despite the fact that she was completely impolite, rude and over her head, there was something about her that screamed bad. She looked like one of those girls you'd never introduce your parents to; scared she would make advances to your Dad or something.

I didn't even know her, I already knew I didn't want her here and even less around Liz.

She was trouble.