House was glancing at some lame Seattle brochures while Cuddy was at the front desk getting their hotel room keys. He began to twirl the brochure rack, he twirled it faster when it suddenly fell. Causing great commotion. Cuddy wrinkled her eyebrows and called the elevator. The doors where closing but were interfered by a cane. Cuddy pressed on the light button several times, as if it will make the elevator go faster. He looked at her with the corner of his eyes, her head was down and her arms were crossed in front of her as some sort of defense.

"You're avoiding me," House said simply as he frowned. Cuddy made the same facial gesture but added a little eye rolling, "I am not avoiding you."

House whispered to himself, "Everybody lies."

The elevator stopped at the third floor.

"Going up?" a tall deep voiced man asked as he entered. He had jet black hair that intensified his hazel eyes. He seemed to be in his early forties and had a wholesome body.

Cuddy looked at his and smiled immediately, "Yes. Which floor?"

"Seventeen," he replied. He had separated cuddy from house by standing between them.

She reached to press the button but stopped and gave out a slight chuckle, "Oh, same as mine." Her smile had not left her frontage. The fact that she seemed to like this man angered House.

"I'm Charles Montgomery by the way," he had leaned down a bit towards her ear with a smirk that House wanted to wipe out with a clenched hand.

Cuddy looked up with only the tail of her eyes, "Lisa Cuddy."

"How long will you be staying here?"

"Four days."

"Are you staying for the doctors convention then?"

"Yes."

"Hmm... Same floor, same purpose of being here. You could almost say this is destiny," Dr Charles Montgomery let out a small nervous chuckle followed by a flirty laugh by Cuddy. House rolled his eyes at his corny comment and scoffed loud enough for both of them to hear. He received a quick confused and astound look by Charles.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were done lingering with my wife. Don't mind me. Keep on with your lame attempts."

"Don't listen to Dr. House," Cuddy cut off rapidly and laid her hand on Charles' muscular arm to catch his attention, "he just has a cute little crush on his boss."

"Oh, well I am glad you're not married," he stated with a devilish smile.

The elevator doors opened on the sixteenth floor where House was staying. House took a step forward to limp through the elevator doors but instead he turned and gave Cuddy a sudden peck, "Bye spouse," and with that he left.

She could feel her blood boiling. How uncivilized on House's behalf! She just stood there, shock and wrath filled her veins. He just HAD to make an attempt to ruin something she could have had with this mouth watering doctor! Thoughts were running through her brain in split seconds.

"Quite the disrespectful employee you have," Charles stated with a face that showed no emotions. She grinned her teeth and barged out of the elevator as it opened, being stopped by a grab of her wrist. It was Charles. She did not turn to face him, she was unsure of what he would tell her.

"There will be a dinner tonight at seven. Mind if I stop by your room and we go together?"

He was still interested, which left Cuddy with ponderings, How could he still be interested after House's little stunt in the elevator?"I'm staying at room 614," she replied with a highly flirtatious smile.

7 PM, room 614.Cuddy had just finished adjusting her tight and skimpy black dress which she knew House would liked ever so much… Why was she thinking about House? Charles was the one that asked her out. She should be getting hot for him not House.

A sudden nock on her door interrupted her train of thought. She glanced at her golden wrist watch and cocked her eyebrows, seven PM, Charles is a sharp man.She quickly grabbed her small handbag and rushed to the door.

"You look," Charles interrupted his own sentence with a nervous chuckle, "enticingly foxy."

Cuddy tried not to let out a mocking laugh at his choice of words and told him about his appealing appearance. He had black trousers and an olive green button top that made his eyes intensify.

The dinning room.House saw Cuddy walk in first, he was glad to see her alone but his bubble was quickly burst by Dr. Montgomery's follow up. He made his way to greet them and asked them to join him at his table.

Before Cuddy could open her mouth to reject his invitation Charles had already accepted.

The three of them engaged in innocent small talk, it was all going pretty well.

"So, Montgomery, what's your specialty?" House asked ever so curiously. He was hoping he'd say something like, 'Oh I'm just a general doctor. I spend most of my time at the clinic. Nothing special.'

"Endocrinology," he responded proudly.

Cuddy's eyes widened, "Really?"

"Ha ha, yes. Is there something wrong with endocrinology?" he had observed both their reactions. House's was furiously disappointed and Cuddy's was eagerly shocked.

"No, it's just that that's also my specialty."

"How interesting, I'm head of endocrinology at New York."

House didn't know why he even bothered to ask. They had more and more things in common. He was even a lefty such as her! He knew Cuddy found it all cute but he just found it revolting. But not as revolting as the fact that Charles' right hand was unseen. He knew EXACTLY where it was and that just so happened to make House pour Tabasco on the soup he was eating. House preferred his food spicy and he always carried a little bottle in his pocket whenever he went out to eat. After he was done with his many drops he put the small bottle away before anyone could notice.

He awaited for them to stop talking about their shared specialty and his lack of eye contact. He liked it when Cuddy's assets were revealing and pushed up but he hated when other men where checking them out.

YES! Burn your tongue to the crisp! House thought to himself as he watched him lure his spoon to his mouth. Charles' eyes widened and he wanted to spit the soup he had out of his burning mouth but he had to swallow it instead. He hit the table roughly and made the utensils cling.

House gasped in pure hypocrisy, "Oh my god, is something wrong?"

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Please review, even if it's really mean. I love hearing your thoughts. Do you hate Charles? Do you like him? We know House doesn't. Will Cuddy sleep with Charles?