"Uhm... all of them, please. Thank you." You're so polite, always. As if you hadn't just bought out nearly the entire Cartier store; nothing but a sweet smile and manners getting you through the grueling process of trying to figure out which bracelet matched which necklace, and which earrings were the right shade of gold. You were enjoying yourself, it seemed, your eyes lighting up every time the employee placed a delicate gold band around your dainty wrist. Six thought they all looked the same, but you always showed him, asking him for his opinion.

Being your body guard was the easiest job in the world. You went to only three places: the mall, your favorite hole in the wall restaurant, and the dog park. You didn't even have a dog, but you claimed you liked to watch the mutts run around and play. You had enough money to buy yourself a pampered little pooch, yet you refrained. You were an odd woman. He hated not knowing things, and right now, he wanted to know you.

But this was a job. A mission. As Fitzroy's niece, he had a duty to protect you from the Russian mobsters who had a bone to pick with your father, and were trying to get through to him by getting you. Six had to remind himself to stay professional. He had no business snooping around in the life of some preppy, sweet princess of a woman. No matter how beautiful you were, or how kind, or generous, or sexy, or-... he needs to get his head out of the clouds.

Six stands beside you, hands clasped in front of him, dressed in an expensive, all black suit as he patiently waits for the employee to pack up the obscene amount of jewelry you just purchased...

However, the soft gasp you let out gives him reason to believe this will take a lot longer. You spring from your seat at the display table, rushing over to the men's side, your eyes bugging out of your head. "This watch!" You exclaim, glancing at him. "It would look perfect on you."

Six's eyes narrow. "I don't need-..."