âActually, I do have an appetite, but for
food
.â She made it very clear.
Cade laughed. âYou immediately thought I meant something different. Naughty girl! I was thinking of room serviceâ¦â
âThere is a world out there celebrating, and you want to dine in a hotel room!â she avoided his eyes and grabbed her coat. âLetâs go.â
Cade, putting on his jacket, asked, âWhere would you like to eat?â
âA hotdog at the first street stand would be perfect!â
âYou go around the city with a filthy rich actor and you want a hotdog!â Cade didnât hide his surprise.
âDo you have something against hotdogs?â
âNo, I adore them. And do you have something against filthy rich actors?â
âWell, even if I did adore them, I wouldnât want to take advantage of themâ¦â she replied with an angelic smile.
Cade felt the impulse to kiss her, but he was â luckily? â stopped by the arrival of the elevator. He decided that keeping talking was probably the least dangerous thing he could do. Leaning his back on the elevator wall, he looked at her, âItâs the first time Iâve met a woman who turns down a dinner in a luxury restaurant.â
âI think youâve probably never met one single woman who was able to deny you anything.â
He gave her quizzical look. âSo, is this the reason you donât want to have dinner with me? Just to be different?â
Clover opened her coat, revealing the embroidered snowmen on her dress and giggled. âI think I have distinguished myself enough. I donât need to show you anything more.â
Cade felt touched and smiled sweetly. âLook, if itâs because of your dressâ¦â
âNo, itâs not because of my dress, nor am I trying to be polite. Really! Itâs just that expensive restaurants are not my style.â She stepped out of the elevator. âHowever, if you really want to pay for my dinner, you can always pay for the hotdogs!â Her dimples suddenly re-appeared.
Cade didnât have time to reply, since the concierge came over to them eagerly. âCan I do anything else for you, Mr Harrison?â
âNo, James. Thank you. You have been very helpful. You can tell your daughter Iâm very pleased with the treatment you provided us⦠give her my best.â
âYou can do better than that!â Clover grabbed her cell phone and gently pushed Cade to the center of the hall. âStay still. Look at me and smile.â
âWhat are you doing?â Cade was puzzled.
âIâm sure James would be a big hit with his daughter, if she found a photo of you with your autograph under the Christmas tree. Isnât that true?â She addressed the perplexed concierge.
âOf course⦠Lisa would be very excited!â
âSmile, Cade,â she whispered.
Hearing her pronounce his name gave him a thrill and he spontaneously smiled at her.
âDone!â Clover headed to the reception desk. âIf you give me your cell number James, I can send you the picture. You should print and frame it. And then you can put Mr Harrisonâs autograph inside the frame.â She took a pen and a small note pad out of her purse and handed it to Cade. âCome on and co-operate Mr Prince!â
âWhy are you doing this?â Cade mumbled, signing the small paper.
âActually, because this is my job.â Clover sent the photo to the receptionist and handed her business card to him. âIf you have any trouble finding the right frame for your daughter, come to Giftland. Youâll find everything you need.â
âI donât know how to thank you, Mr Harrisonâ¦â James said, while Cade handed him the autograph.
Cade glanced at Clover, saying, âItâs not me you should thank, James. I was just obeying orders.â
âYouâve made my daughter happy,