171- More Like A Bodyguard

He gave her a once over before looking back into her eyes with that smirk, "You are wearing my clothes!"

Marissa placed her hands on her hips and gave him a pointed look, "Hey dude. I must remind you in case you're forgetting. My previous day's clothes are dirty. And I can't leave the hotel, wearing their robe. And one more reminder," she lifted her forefinger pasting a fake smile on her lips, "Last night somebody told me that he wanted to be my friend. If you can't lend your clothes to your friend, then I…"

"Whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute. Hold it right there."

He walked over to her, "Making friends included wearing your friend's clothes?" his face might be dead serious, but Marissa had sensed the amusement in his eyes.

"Yeah. It does. By the way, aren't you rich? Stop being stingy and let me take these clothes, of course, you'll get them back. Huh!" she rolled her eyes and waved at the kids, "Bye, sweethearts!"