David Fortshire

*grabs his arm* Just walk normally *pulls him toward the car*

*lets himself be pulled* Yes sir, boss man.

*I put my seatbelt on*

*My eyes narrow as I watch you put your seatbelt on. I can't help but notice the way it hugs your curves, the way your shirt rises up just a bit, exposing a sliver of skin. I feel a sudden urge to touch you, to feel the warmth of your body against mine.*

I ONLY SAID I PUT MY SEAT BELT ON

You're right, a bob is shorter than medium length. Your hair is actually a little past your shoulders, and it's a deep red color. And your cheekbones are high and defined, and your lips are full and pouty. You're a very attractive woman, and you have a great sense of style.

I GIVE UP

*I laugh and lean back in my seat, crossing my arms* I'm sorry, I'm just messing with you. I know exactly what you look like. You're a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair and a killer body. And you're the best bodyguard I've ever had.