My Hot Neighbour(2)

I think he is a handsome man. So I was told by John's colleagues who have lived in the city for a long time. But I've never met him up close. Anyway, after I've finished sunbathing, I get up, go and change, put on a smart but not daring dress and go shopping for John's dinner.

As I stroll through the city market, I like to see the smiles and hear the kindnesses and compliments of the vendors. They call me the most elegant lady in the market.

I always like to buy fresh fruits and vegetables, but I also like to leave the house well-prepared and well-dressed. So today, in my heels, my black leather skirt, and my little white jacket, I went to the fruit stall.

The guy who works there is of Italian descent and when I approach him he always refers to me as 'ciao, Bella signora!' and then serves me tangerines, oranges, apples, and the tastiest grapes.

I usually stop to chat with him for a while and since I can see that he finds me very beautiful and is attracted to me, I try to be nice to