It was the another charity poker game, apparently the donors loved the last one. So she got sucked into throwing another one, months of planning and here was the big night. She replaced that sparkling long blue dress with a tube-top black long dress. With her hair, she had showered, blow dried it, straightened it only to curl it again but if she admitted it herself it did look strangely look better. She applied her makeup adding a little glitter.
He was sitting across from her again, his knee "accidentally" brushing against her knee. His eyes were glued to her cleavage, and she was trying her best to avoid his eyes. One look and his eyes held her captive, she hated it when they took her prisoner.
The night flew by, her winning, him winning, and occasionally Wilson winning. His knee against hers, his eyes always on him. All these things were making it very hard not to take him by the arm and fuck him in the bathroom. His hands on her bare skin, her against the wall.
"You sure you can't stay any longer Miss Cuddy?" Some old fat donor kept bothering her.
She nodded, "I'm sorry, Mr... its been a long night." She gathered her keys from her purse as she was talking to him. "Good night. I hope you had a great time." She turned and walked out, not really caring at the moment whether or not the hospital got any of his money, the hospital had already received a lot during through the night.
She was at her car, about to put the key in the door to unlock when she dropped them. "Shit." She reached down and grabbed them, suddenly she was pushed against the car. She was caught in this hot angry kiss yet gentle and sweet at the same time. She opened her eyes and saw house, well who else would be kissing her.
When they finally broke apart, "What the hell?" slipped through her lips.
He pushed a stray hair back behind her ear, "This may be the alcohol talking but" he sighed, "we both know theres something between us. I want to figure out what it is, the balls in your court Lise." He said kissing her forehead and then disappearing.
She stayed leaning against the door, her feet unable to move. Her head unable to think. She didn't know how long she stood there, but she collected herself and got into the car. She started it up and drove home. She walked into her room, she started gathering up into her suitcases. Mindlessly throwing item after item into the bag. She pulled off her dress and pulled on a pair of jeans and a teeshirt. She layed her dress perfectly on her bed, she then grabbed a piece of paper and a marker, writing a single word. Sorry.