3. Boundaries
"You have to order pizza from Upper Crust," Andrea said smiling at me.
"That the best place in town?" I said moving closer to her on the floor. I still needed to go out a buy a sofa, I thought.
"Yes but they are a little pricey," She said seriously.
"I think I can splurge. It's not everyday I get have dinner with a beautiful woman," I smiled.
"Married woman," Andrea said flashing her ring. I knew she was trying to set boundaries, and I would not cross them. Unless she wanted me too.
"What's the best kind of pizza to order?" I said changing the subject.
"They have one called Ashley's BBQ. It's to die for, but it's a little spicy," She warned.
"I like spicy," I whispered.
"Another thing we have in common," She said smiling at me again.
I ordered the pizza, and twenty minutes later it arrived. Andrea and I could not stop talking to each other. I could not get over the way she made me feel. It was so easy to be with her. And could not get this silly smile off my face.
"You ready to eat this pizza out of the box?"
"It won't bother me," Andrea said moving closer. Her shoulder touched my shoulder, and her skin against mine gave me a warm tingling feeling.
"This pizza is fucking amazing," I said after taking a bite.
"I told you this pizza is awesome. I normally don't get to eat it. My husband and my kids don't care for it," She said taking a bite.
"Your husband does not know what he is missing," I grinned at her. Her face turned red because she picked up on the hidden sexual remark I was making.
"He misses out on a lot of things actually," Andrea said.
"Why is that?"
"He is a truck driver. Has been as long as I've known him. Didn't bother when we first got together, but after we kids I really wanted him home more," She said forlornly.
"That sucks, but he has to make money," I said taking another drink of beer. Why did I defend this guy? I already knew I wanted Andrea. The last thing I should do is stick up for someone I already knew I would not like.
"You're right. Still with my college education I could easily get a job making twice what he does."
"What's your degree?"
"I went to law school, and I am beyond ready to get back in the courtroom. My daughters are fifteen and thirteen so it's not like when they were little. They do not need me for everything anymore," Andrea said wiping her mouth off with a paper napkin. I wanted nothing more then to be that napkin so I could be close to her lips.
"Still your husband does not want you to go back to work?"
"No. He can not stand the idea of women being the breadwinner. He has very closed-minded ideas about what a wife should and should not do," Andrea said glazing at me with those blue eyes. She was trapped in this marriage, and I knew it.
"Your husband sounds like a dumb ass. I mean if you can make more money and he would not have to travel then it would make perfect sense for you to get a job," I said looking at her.
"That's what I have told him for years," Andrea said taking another sip of beer.
"I can not stand assholes who think women should be home pregnant, and barefooted all the time. Your husband should support your career not hinder it. Besides who would not want more time with you?"
"He is not an asshole, but you are right he should support me."
"I will support you. If you need a friend," I said softly.
"That's very kind of you," Andrea blushed.
"You like to stay longer? I know I don't have a sofa, but I have the cable already installed. We could watch some TV or a movie."
"What time is it?"
"Eight thirty-five why?"
"I hate to eat and run. But I have to be home at nine o'clock," She said rushing to the door.
"How come? Did you not say you were the only one at the house?"
"Yes, but my husband Philip always calls me at nine on the home phone. If I do not answer he'll panic."
"I hope too see you again," I said opening the door for her.
"Maybe, I'll come over and help you unpack in the morning."
"I'd like that," I said taking another look at her. Why did she have to be so beautiful?
"See you Shane," She said walking out the door.
"Night Andrea," I said.
Watching Andrea walk home I could not help but think it was fate I moved next door to her. In my heart I felt already like she was meant for me. Not even Lori had made me feel this way. The only problem was her husband.
