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Vicktoria was staring at her cell phone anxious for a phone call, but it wasn't just any phone call. This phone call was one that would put her on the map as a prosecuting attorney. House left to go for a walk he said that he would not indulge her with this. Vicktoria rolled her eyes; House would not stop lecturing her on career chooses. She really got mad when he threatened to delete all her case files off her lap top. She told him that if he even thought of doing something so "evil" she would saw his can in half and beat him with it.
After more threatening comments he gave up and said he was going to go for a walk. She sighed as the minutes went on and decided that a watched pot really doesn't boil; she would go take a shower and get comfy. It was gray outside so she didn't really think they would be going out anywhere. She took her phone into the bathroom with her just in case and began stripping down just as she was about to turn the water on-
Comatose, I'll never wake up without and overdose, of you!
Quickly she grabbed her phone and answered it.
"Hello?" she asked anticipating hearing her future boss's soft tone.
"Ms. Stone, this is Christopher Livingston."
"Oh, yes, I was expecting your call."
She heard him chuckle politely.
"I was wondering if you were busy tonight."
"Umm…well not really."
"Well then would you like to join me for dinner tonight, to discuss your résumé farther?"
Vicktoria turned bright red, she wanted this more then anything else, she wanted to work for this man.
"Umm I would love that but would it be alright if I brought my boyfriend?"
"Of course, that would be lovely. So, how about we meet at Marsilio's? I will be paying for everything so please don't be one of those girls that just orders salad, especially since you've been sick and probably haven't eaten in a while."
Vicktoria blushed but couldn't help nod, he was right. Her appetite still hadn't fully returned to her just yet.
"Okay, then I will talk to Greg about it and see you tonight."
"Okay see you then Ms. Stone."
Vicktoria took her shower and decided that it would be smart to flat iron her hair for the occasion, that way House could also guess what she was thinking without her actually telling him. After about an hour of that she could hear the front door open and close with a slam. She didn't think anything of the slam, House walked through every door like that.
"Vicky!" he yelled.
"Yeah babe?!" she said taking a brush through the straight strands of red. "I'm in the bathroom!"
She looked up from the mirror and found that he was leaning against the door frame.
"You know, that isn't very good for your posture." She said smartly.
"Hmm, I had no idea." He said sarcastically. "What are you getting all gussied up for?" he spat.
"Umm well, I thought it would be nice if we went to dinner tonight."
"Really?" he asked placing her arms around her neck. "Where'd ya have in mine?"
"Well it wouldn't be just you and me…umm Chris Livingston invited us for dinner at Marsilio's."
House let go of her and walked out of the room. Vicktoria rolled her eyes and chased after him. Just as he was about to sit on the couch she jumped on him and pinned him to the couch. Her hair fell down in front of her face and tickled his cheek. House placed his hands on her bottom and looked up at her with playful eyes.
"Now, Dr. House," she said dangerously, but House knew it was her just trying to get her way, "you know that I have ways of making you-"
"Talk?" he assumed smiling.
"Hmmm…I was thinking more or less fold."
"Or orgasm." He suggested.
Vicktoria glared at him and then suddenly got up.
"What?! Wait where are you going?!" he yelled standing and limping after her.
"If you don't go to this dinner with me you will never place your hands on my butt…or see the girls again."
House gawked at her.
"That's not fair!"
"I will no longer where pencil skirts and I will not wear anything lower then a turtle neck." She threatened going into the bedroom.
"You might as well convert to the Amish!" he said loudly.
"Greg you know how much this means to me!" she yelled back.
House pushed her onto the bed and jumped on top of her; her laid his hand behind her head and smiled. She however looked away, she hated when he smiled. It melted her heart like the sun does ice-cream on a hot summer's day.
"If it makes you happy I will do it…do I have to be nice to him?" he asked pulling a strand of hair and twirling it with his finger.
"Yes…please Greg!" she begged.
House kissed her gently and smiled.
"Okay but I might explode."
Vicktoria laughed, "I'll get your pieces put in a doggy bag."
House sighed and got up off the bed.
"Take a shower and look nice…NO…AD/DC t-shirts House." She said going into her closet.
House pouted but did not argue, he would do this for Vicktoria because he loved her enough to do it.
It took all of House's strength not to make out with her in the back seat of the car, she looked absolutely stunning. She had her hair lying perfectly on her shoulders and was wearing a very pretty dress. Short and backless. Why did God like to tempt him so?
"Greg, please stop staring." She whispered from the steering wheel.
"Why'd ya have to where that dress? You know that is my favorite dress!" he whined.
"Shut up, if you behave I'll let you take it off me when we get home."
House sighed loudly and smiled.
"Fine, mommy." He said childishly.
They pulled to the front of the restaurant and Vicktoria could recognize her boss's slim frame. She looked closer at him from the window and also realized that he was a blond. She probably would have been able to see that the day of the interview if she hadn't passed out like a moron. They got out of the car and House insisted that she allow him to hold her hand.
"Are you trying to act like a five year old?" she spat.
"No, I don't want anyone to think you are up for grabs. You are mine!" before they reached Chris he laughed evilly in her ear. She shook her head in a disapproving manner and wrapped her arm around his free one.
"You have nothing to fear my dear; I love no one but you."
She kissed his lips once more before approaching her boss.
"Ah Ms. Stone! You look well."
He shook her hand and then turned to face House.
"Dr. House, it is a pleasure to meet you as well."
House shook his hand as well but it lacked the warmth that Vicktoria's had.
"So, are you all ready?" Chris opened the door for both Vicktoria and House but Vicky walked in first leaving House and Chris alone.
"Uhh…after you Doc." Chris said cleverly.
House didn't smile or acknowledge the comedy in his joke; he nodded stiffly and went inside.
The blond attorney sighed; something told him that this night was not going to be very enjoyable.
Vicktoria stumbled from the restaurant to her car, the night hadn't been more fun. Her boss had to be the nicest most generous one she has ever received. He paid for absolutely everything and would not even allow her to glance at the check. House however had a different opinion of the night.
"That no good jerk could not keep his eyes off you."
"Well he was talking to me most of the night dear, it would have been rude if he wasn't looking at me while he spoke."
House could hear her words slur slightly. Chris had purchased a whole bottle of wine and between the two of them had finished more then half of it. He however knew that he would be the one driving home and controlled his alcohol intake; he merely had one glass of wine the whole evening.
"I thought it was a wonderful evening." She said laying her head back on her seat.
"That's because you were acting like a school girl." He said coldly.
He turned to see Vicktoria's reaction but found that her eyes were closed and she was slowly falling asleep. House sighed irritated; it was strange he had never felt so jealous in his life. Vicktoria was his but maybe he needed something else to prove it…maybe he should make it official. Maybe it was time that he asked Vicktoria to marry him.
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