ONE
Wilson watched silently from his side of the cafeteria booth as his friend leaned his head to one side and spied on one particular table in the far corner of the cafeteria.
"Who is that?" House asked curiously, pointing to the corner with a fry before popping it in his mouth, his eyes never leaving the table for a moment. Wilson turned his head briefly to get a look at the person in question and then looked back at House.
"That's Cuddy," he replied frankly, just to piss his friend off. The glare he received from his friend when he finally took his eyes off the table for a quick second told him that he wasn't in the mood for jokes. "He's the new big donor prospect for the oncology department, I think. Cuddy told me something about him yesterday. Apparently he's got millions."
House's eyes flew back to the table as he watched the two of them. The man was good-looking and clearly loaded. His hair was gelled back perfectly and his Armani clothing was crisply ironed and made him look very professional. House swallowed another fry as he watched Cuddy throw her head back in laughter, the man watching her with a perfect, white smile. The man leaned forward, with his elbows on the table; a move that House had mastered many years ago to get a better view down her low-cut blouses. House wasn't the only one that had seen the subtle move, he noted as Cuddy gave a nervous cough and used both hands to cover her mouth, her forearms covering her chest as well as she could. She said something to the man that House couldn't understand from where he was sitting and then got up and started heading his way. House suddenly shifted back into the centre of his booth and Wilson gave a laugh as House's eyes suddenly returned to his food.
Cuddy walked away from the table as quickly as she could, without looking like she was running away from him. He was a very pleasant man, and clearly very interested in donating to the hospital, there was just something about his good looks and personality that made her uncomfortable. The way that his eyes often fell down to her breasts made her very uneasy. It was a subtle move that she had become used to over the many years of knowing House, but it never made her uncomfortable when he did it. There was just something about this donor that made her feel awkward. She kept walking quickly, her eyes on the exit, when all of a sudden something long, hard, and thin stopped her dead in her tracks. She looked down at it and pushed the cane back into House with a force that he wasn't expecting.
"Whoa, someone is in a hurry to get somewhere," he said jokingly, noticing the distraught look on her usually pulled-together face. "That's funny though. Because usually you're in a hurry to get to a meeting, and I'm pretty sure the donor that you're meeting with is already in this room. Is he your next potential sperm donor?"
Cuddy just glared at him from under her dark eyelashes. "Maybe he will be. But for now, he's just the next donor for the oncology department. He seems very interested in helping out the children in the department."
"He seems more interested in getting into your pants," House muttered under his breath, tossing another fry in his mouth. Cuddy just gave him a look of loathing and stormed out of the cafeteria. House gave a shrug, grabbed a few more fries from Wilsons' plate and followed her. Wilson just rolled his eyes as he watched his friend limp out of the cafeteria.