Hello lovelies. I know I haven't updated Mother's Day Surprise yet, but truth be told, I lost heart in the story. So, I thought up a whole new story, which, when the dust clears, may or may not be Huddy-centric. Guess you'll have to read along. ;) Additionally, anyone who can tell me what novel the first line of my story is from gets…well, you name it in your review and that's what you'll get (make it good!). :) Happy reading!

Disclaimer: Lisa E is mine! LOL. Well, maybe not…but at least I have Cuddy. …what? You mean I don't own her EITHER?! ARGH!

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

For most men this simple phrase held more than just a mere measure of truth; it was fitting in every way possible. These men had worked tirelessly to reach their acquired status and all they wanted was to come home to a pair of cool hands and a soft voice to have their worries driven away.

Jacob Addler, on the other hand, was not one of these men. Rich, powerful, and handsome, the mere thought of marriage was enough to draw forth a cynical smirk, disfiguring his normally elegant face.

Having married very early on in life, it had done nothing to improve Jacob's already sour opinion of matrimony. The constant fighting and turmoil along with the nights spent sleeping in the spare room—he didn't care for these things at all.

No, Jacob Addler was a man of comfort, living a luxurious lifestyle and indulging in his various appetites. Sometimes it would be a blonde, more often a brunette, and on the very rare occasion, a fiery redhead. No, marriage was not for him; charm and good-looks gave him all that he would ever need.

So on one warm fall night, Jacob lounged against a tree, doing what he did best—looking to feed his appetite. The invitation to the wine tasting in Princeton had practically been heaven-sent. Not only was it the perfect opportunity to don his best attire and show off, but because it was such a classy event, the pickings were sure to be superb.

Looking around the party tent, he wasn't disappointed. They were scrumptious—a leggy blonde showing off her mile-long legs, a raven-haired beauty with porcelain skin—the list went on. As he surveyed the area, he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was in full-on hunt mode now; stealth having long been forgotten. Anyone could read the hunger in his eyes.

Just when he thought about giving up, he spotted her; she was the one. Unintentionally licking his lips, Jacob eyed up his prey. She wasn't overly tall—maybe a head shorter than his 6'3" frame, and that was with her heels on. Her hair—the color of dark chocolate—was curly, but smooth and worked into a stylish up-do. She looked elegant, yet daring, wearing a strapless black dress with a lacy overlay and a wide belt cinched just beneath her ample bosom. Completing the picture was a stunning diamond necklace which joined together at her throat, forming a choker of sorts, before tapering down into a smooth line which ran to unexplored depths.

By looking at her he knew she would be a challenge, but it only made his impending victory that much sweeter.

From the other side of the room, Lisa Cuddy was enjoying a much deserved break from her baby—the hospital that is. For the first time in a little over three months she had actually left work before nine o'clock at night. A guilty feeling had pervaded since she scooted out of her office, leaving an ample stack of "someone's" paperwork sitting on her desk; however, she was able to consol herself with the thought that she would surely finish it before the board meeting the next morning.

Raising her glass of Asti to her lips, she contemplated why she was at this party drinking wine at all. Her mind traveled back to a few days prior, when for reasons unbeknownst to her, James had asked her out yet again, only telling her that she was to dress up.

For Lisa, this was an especially curious matter since James's newest girlfriend, Amy, had just moved in with him. She wasn't altogether sure that Amy would appreciate her boyfriend taking another woman out and had been apprehensive in agreeing to go with him. In the end though, she did acquiesce, but it didn't stop her mind from wondering what was going on between the two of them.

James, however, seemed entirely content to ignore the fact that his girlfriend was probably waiting up for him as he topped of his and Lisa's glasses.

"To…getting away," James said rather sheepishly, raising his glass.

Lisa smiled broadly, "Yes, to getting away." They clinked their glasses together before each took a long draught of the savory liquid. Lisa lowered her empty glass to the table, exclaiming, "I'm really glad I agreed to come. This wine is excellent."

"Yeah," James replied, topping them both off again, "but after about three or four glasses you can't taste anything anymore." He gave her a slick smile before downing the contents of his glass once again.

Lisa just grinned, politely sipping her drink. After all, there was no need to rush things. She didn't want to spend the night with her head in the toilet. Not only would that keep her up until dawn, but the next morning, a certain someone would be sure to comment on how shitty she looked. No, she would rather sip contentedly and spare herself the agony.

In the midst of her contentedness, the hairs on the back of Lisa's neck stood up abruptly, causing a tingling sensation all over. Either she was drinking way too much or someone was watching at her. Considering she had only had two glasses thus far, she decided to go with the latter.

Tearing her eyes away from James, who was contentedly rambling about some folly in his youth, she scoured the area before finally finding the culprit. He was outside of the party tent, lounging against a large oak tree, looking as if he didn't have anything better to do than be antisocial. She was mildly surprised that he was so leisurely when the tree was sure to be ruining his very expensive-looking suit. Waste did not impress her.

When her eyes finally met his, her whole body felt was awash in a wave of nervousness. He wasn't just admiring her; he was staring…staring just a little bit too boldly, too presumptuously. She tore her eyes away from the stranger and tried to focus on what James was going on about, but she just couldn't seem to hold her concentration. Looking back up, she felt a blush creep into her cheeks as the man began to close the distance between them.

Yeah, I know...it was quick...but I guess we'll see what happens, huh? Press that little purple button--or bad, bad things are going to happen in this story. LOL. XD