Chapter 5 Julie's Office—6:30 PM
Meantime, Wilson parked his car in the parking garage next to Julie's clinic. As he walked across the street, he felt flushed and sweaty despite the chill in the air. What is this? Must be just nerves. He couldn't understand why she wanted to meet him there. She gets on me about working hard? He knocked on the door.
She opened it and smiled. "James, come in. Sorry about this. I just finished my paperwork. Dinner's in the other room. I had them send roast chicken."
"Sounds great. What a day," he agreed while they embraced. "Sorry if I seemed surprised about you. It was a surprise." He went into the bathroom and washed his hands before coming back. "So what's on your mind?"
"Take a seat," she advised, motioning to the card table she had rigged up there. There, the aroma of meat, mashed potatoes, peas and salad called to them. "Thanks for coming. I guess the two of us need our working space. I'll be more understanding of that if you'll be that for me."
"That'll be great," he indicated. "But I will make more of an effort to be there."
She smiled while taking a bite of potato. "And then there are the trust and respect issues."
"Trust and respect?" He rolled his eyes.
"If we're going to have this relationship then we've got to respect each other," she admonished before pouring them each a glass of wine.
"What?" he asked, starting to feel a burning between his legs but her point occupied him.
"If you love me, I don't want you with other women. And then there's the deal with Lisa," she explained.
He grimaced. "I have to deal with House. You too?"
"In this case, it's House, Cuddy and me. Don't tell me it isn't obvious to you?" she insisted. Then she saw him sweating and starting to grab at himself. "James?"
He writhed, falling off of the chair and groaning. "Ah!"
"James!" She rushed over to him. "What is it?" She saw the dark stain on his pants. "Hang on. I'm calling an ambulance!"
