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Chapter Three

The rumor mill had already gone into overdrive when House arrived at work on Monday morning. He pretended to ignore it, and glared at anyone who looked in his direction. When he got to his office and dropped his bag, there was a picture of himself and Jenny in a serious lip lock from the party taped to his computer monitor. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his team watching him. Crumpling up the picture, and tossing it in the garbage, he took off his jacket and entered the conference room.

"How was your New Year's?" Taub inquired with a knowing smirk.

"Fine."

"Looked better than fine," Chase muttered under his breath.

"It was New Years," House snapped. "Everyone kisses everyone at the stroke of midnight. Who the hell cares?"

"I have a sister, that's not how we kiss at the stroke of midnight," Chase said with a cocky grin.

"Says the man whore," House murmured. "So...case?"

"No."

"Good. Then since I no longer have clinic duty, you all do, so get down there."

They all rolled their eyes but left the room. "And don't come back without a case!" House called after them just as Jenny breezed in.

"Good morning, Dr. House."

"Dr. Miller. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I just came to let you know that construction on your office begins tomorrow and I have a temporary office set up for your use until it's completed."

"How long are we talking?"

"Just a few weeks. It's just down the hall. If you need help packing up some things let me know. I'll send someone up."

"I can pack my own stuff," he snapped at her.

She merely shrugged it off. "Fine." Then she closed the door to his office and leaned against it.

"What's wrong, Greg? Did you enjoy our kiss just a little too much?"

"It doesn't matter. I didn't appreciate it being broadcast all over the damn hospital!"

"What are you talking about?"

House reached into the trash can and extracted the crumpled picture of them. "You're telling me you're not responsible for this?"

"Greg, we live in a world of social media. Every Tom, Dick and Harry has a cell phone these days with a good camera. It's nothing to them to whip it out and snap a picture of someone making out at a party. But I have to tell you that I can't take selfies to save my life, so direct your anger at whichever guest took that shot."

"Even if it's their boss?"

"Especially if it's their boss. I don't care. Why do you?"

"I'm more annoyed about it than anything else. It was just a kiss. It's not like I had my hand up your dress."

"It was more than just a kiss, Greg. It was... dare I say it?"

"Say it."

"It was, in a word, hot."

He suppressed a grin as he looked at the picture again. She was right about that. It was hot.

"On that note, I'm going to go out on a limb here and invite you for dinner Friday night. I'm cooking."

He cocked his head to one side. "You cook?"

"Very well, actually."

"I thought you had staff to take care of all that."

"I do, but they're getting the night off. I put myself through med school being a sous chef at some of the best restaurants in town. And I heard that you like to eat and have a big appetite."

"You heard right, and why would someone with your money need to work their way through med school? Daddy had other ideas for you and refuse to write the check?."

"If you accept my invitation, I'll tell you all my secrets then. Are you up to it?"

He thought about it and realized she wasn't going to give up.

"Okay."

Her face brightened and she stood up straight.

"Great. Dinner's at six. Don't be late."

As she opened the door, he called after her. "I'm gonna need some boxes."

"I'll have some sent up. Here are the keys to the office, 422," she said and tossed them to him before she left.

XXX

Wilson came in an hour later as House was putting the last few things into a box. "What's going on?"

"She got a little too hot and bothered over our New Year's Eve kiss and said I'm too much of a distraction for her and fired my ass."

Wilson's jaw all but dropped and he started sputtering. "Wh-what? Seriously?"

House chuckled and shook his head. "No, you moron. Construction on my new office starts tomorrow. I'm moving to the empty one down the hall until it's finished."

"Wow, she moves fast, doesn't she?"

"You oughta know. Oh wait, no, you probably don't. And by the way, where's my money?"

Wilson groaned as he took out his wallet and slapped a crisp one hundred dollar bill into the palm of House's hand.

"Nobody likes a sore loser," House chuckled as he slipped the bill into his own wallet. "Now, what do I take to her place for dinner?"

"She invited you to dinner?"

"Yep."

"Well, flowers are cliché, but you can't go wrong with a good bottle of wine. Did she say what she's cooking?"

"Nope."

"Well then get a bottle of red and a bottle of white so you're covered."

"Good idea."

"So much for not dating the boss, huh?"

"I'm not dating her."

"Bullshit. Your tongue was down her throat the other night and now you're going over there for dinner. My guess is that you're the main course and she's going to be dessert."

House sighed and flopped down into his favorite chair. "Do you know how long it's been since I've gotten laid?"

"I don't really want to know this but I can guess."

"Exactly. I don't even know if I want this. Any of this. But she's very insistent. How can I keep turning her down?"

"You could."

"I did. But she's...tenacious."

"You like tenacious," Wilson grinned at his friend. It was nice to see House so thrown off his game for once. The man was always in control but Jenny Miller had changed all that and Wilson was looking forward to seeing where it would go from there. "Are we watching the game tonight?"

"Yeah. Don't forget the beer."

"Or the food," Wilson muttered under his breath as he walked out, causing House to smile.

XXX

It was freezing when House stepped outside the front doors of the hospital. He was prepared for that though. As he limped along the sidewalk toward his bike, he saw Jenny standing on the curb, checking her watch repeatedly and glancing around.

"Need a ride?" he called to her.

She turned around and smiled. "That would be great. I called for a cab since my car is in the shop but they're taking their sweet time getting here. I've been standing here for almost twenty minutes!"

She followed him to the parking lot and stopped short when she saw what he had in mind for transportation. "You don't really expect me to ride on that thing, do you?"

"Why not?"

"It's a death trap. Look! It's got scrapes all over it."

"Those were there before I got it."

She didn't look convinced.

"It's this, or wait longer in the freezing cold, and I'm not willing to wait to see if the cab ever shows up. So what's it gonna be?"

Sighing in resignation, she stepped forward and took the helmet from him. Once she was situated behind him securely, he started the engine and took it slow out of the lot. It was a short ride to her place and when she got off the bike, she was smiling.

"That was... actually fun. Maybe next time we can go for a longer ride?"

"Anytime," he said as he put the helmet on himself. "Maybe when it's not freezing, though."

Jenny laughed. "Yeah, and when I'm not wearing a skirt. Thanks for the ride, Greg. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yep."

"I'm looking forward to Friday!" she called out to him as she unlocked her door, but when she turned around, he was already gone.