Chapter 9

Lisa Cuddy came up to me as I was cleaning the nurse's lounge. "Morrigan, I'm having a party on Friday for some of the donors and staff. I just found out that the woman who usually does my serving is engaged somewhere else. Could you serve the dinner? It would take about an hour and then you could leave."

"Why me?"

"This is going to sound shallow, but the woman who does it for me is beautiful with looks like yours. The men love her and I'm really trying to impress these men, they're donors and a couple of them are single. I don't know who else to ask."

"I guess I'm flattered." I needed her to think that I was a janitor who needed money just like any other janitor. "

Ok, I'll do it, not a problem."

That Friday I picked up the uniform from the rental company. It was a little on the 'French Maid' style but with a little more class. The meal was catered and being delivered so I had to be there at 6:30p.m. with dinner service at 8:00 p.m. Everyone was supposed to show at 7:00 p.m. for a cocktail hour. Lisa had set up an open bar where everyone served themselves. I was getting the dishes ready when I heard Wilson's voice in the other room followed by Greg's. He must have said something funny because they all laughed. I was surprised that he was at the party.

The dinner was Barbequed Salmon with a Herb Mayonnaise, parmigiana asparagus, cantaloupe salad and Potatoes Lyonnaise. Desert was sherry trifle, one of my favorites. During the evening I was drinking a little Dry Sack Sherry to keep my spirits up. I still wasn't allowed to lift too much so I served the dishes from a cart. I pushed through the door, entering the formal dining room just as House looked up at me with a sour look. I smiled at him. Wilson smiled at me. I began to serve the dinner. When I began to serve House I bent down a little further just to smell the back of his neck. I loved his smell, it was all man.

As service went along, I kept hitting the Dry Sack Sherry that I had found in the refrigerator. Lisa came in, thanked me for an excellent job and gave me $50.00 for my efforts. Since my fees as a lawyer were $400 an hour, I started to chuckle.

"Are you tipsy?"

"I think I am ...I've been drinking your sherry."

"Well, if you can't drive, you can wait here in the kitchen at the table until you can."

I could tell she was annoyed, but I figured, It's not like I'm going to need this gig again. When she went back to her guests, instead of getting sober, I had one more drink of sherry. "round ten I looked out into the living room and everyone was having a great time laughing and talking. I couldn't see House despite sticking my head out to try and find him. I had to go pee so I started to tip toe down the hall. The bathroom was at the very end.

"fter washing up I started down the hall so that I could grab my things and go when I saw a room with books and a television in it. Sitting on the couch with only the light from a forty watt bulb was House watching the golf channel with his tie undone. I snuck in and closed the door. When I latched it, he turned and looked over the back of the couch at me.I walked around to the front of the couch and smiled down at him.

He didn't smile back. "You're in my way."

I stepped off to the side and paused, annoyed that he wasn't paying attention to me. I reached up under my French Maid skirt with my hands and very slowly pulled my panties down my legs. At first he kept watching the television, but then he couldn't resist following my movements. I stepped out of the lilac lace panties and threw them on the couch next to him. He turned his head to the left and looked at me with his right eye, now curious as to what I was doing.

I went over, putting one knee on the couch and then I straddled him, staring into his eyes. "I'm not wearing any panties." I whispered rather breathily.

"I know."

"There's just a little zipper between us. One tiny zipper separating me from you."

"I know."

I leaned in and kissed him, letting my warm tongue slip into his mouth, running it around the tip of his tongue. As I pulled away I nibbled gently on his bottom lip, pulling it out slightly as I pulled away. He stared at me, our eyes playing a tug of war. The he grabbed me, yanking me in for another, more passionate kiss. This time it was his open mouth and tongue doing the exploring. His tongue and breath were warm and I was tingly all through my body. I could feel the bulge under his jeans push up against the lips of my sex as he became aroused. He put his hands under my skirt, grabbing both cheeks of my ass and then sliding his hands around to my thighs as we kissed. His fingers were cool against my warm thighs. I was wet with the anticipation that his fingers would find their way up between my slit.

I undid his shirt and started to kiss the light gray hair on his chest before moving up his neck and back to his mouth. One of his hands came out and cupped my breast through the cotton of my uniform. With great dexterity, he unzipped the back of the uniform and unsnapped my bra. I quickly took the bra off as I continued to stare into his crystal blue eyes. He pulled down my top over my breasts and started licking the tips of my nipples sending electrical shocks straight to my groin. I grabbed his shoulders, surprised by the hardness of the muscles. He pushed his pelvis up, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against my pubic bone.

"You should trust me when I say I don't have a thing for Justin." I said.

"Why, just so I can screw you?"

"No, because you should just trust me. You'll understand soon. Just say those three words and I'll unzip that zipper for you. Just say, "I trust you.'"

"Haven't they told you? I have trust issues."

"Just trust me."

"Can't, I don't know you."

I looked at him for a few seconds before kissing him lightly on his lips. I hurriedly pulled up my top and zipped up the back, grabbed my bra and panties and stood up. He gave me a look of supremacy.

I threw the panties in his lap. "There's a souvenir for you." I grabbed my stuff and left.

Monday afternoon I went to see Justin again. Rising when I came into the room, he seemed pleased to see me. I told him, "You're buying me dinner."

He was reluctant at first claiming that he had plans, but then he made a call and we were free for dinner. We went to a great little Indian restaurant; a quiet place with mediocre décor and atmosphere. I ordered Chicken Korma, lentils and Nan. He ordered a Vindaloo. I had to admire a guy who could eat a vindaloo curry.

"Justin, tell me about your complaint with Dr. House."

Stopping in his tracks, he narrowed his eyes at me, questioning my reasons for asking. "I can think of better things to talk about."

"Humor me."

"He was upset because I was trying to talk to hit on one of the nurses. I think he had a thing for her because he wasn't even my doctor and yet he said loudly, in front of the nurse and others, that he could tell from the rash on my hand that I had syphilis when all I had was a rash from psoriasis. Because of him, the nurse wouldn't go out with me and then she told all the other nurses. They kept making comments around me about STDs and taking precautions."

"It's a good thing that you didn't have syphilis, isn't it?"

"Yes, I make it a rule to always use a condom and I've been lucky so far."

Leaning over I lowered fastened onto his eyes and said softly, "Justin, I talked to Elaine."

He said nothing.

"You know what I'm talking about."

He shifted in his seat. "What did that bitch have to say about me?"

"Just that you were very a very responsible person; you always got checked at the Garden Clinic. Didn't you Mr. Rosenholtz?"

He turned white and gasped.

"What do you know?"

"Does AZT sound familiar to you? It should, I bet if Dr. House's attorney subpoenaed your file from the Garden Clinic he'd find a prescription for it. I even bet you had it filled in Philadelphia to prevent anyone from knowing it.."

"What do you want?" His voice cracked from the stress.

"I want you to go to the hospital and give Lisa Cuddy a formal apology saying that you withdraw all claims against Dr. House, that you consider him to be an outstanding doctor, that he has your support and that you were wrong. I also want you to tell Elaine that she needs to get checked for HIV."

"I can't do that then she'll know."

"That's right, she'll know. But then we both know that just prior to Doctor House telling the world that you had syphilis you had been treated at Garden with antibiotics. So by the time PPTH took a blood test for it, it was negative."

"So you can go through with an expensive claim and end up paying the hospital for its expenses or you can give it up now and apologize and tell Elaine. Your choice, what will it be?"

He was agitated and ready to explode but I could tell that he knew he was in deep doo-doo. "Alright, I'll do it."

I was eating my Chicken Korma. "Great, now eat your dinner before it gets cold."

Lisa Cuddy told me later that she almost tripped over herself running into House's office. "House, what did you do? It's all over, Roberts is dropping his lawsuit and administrative claim. He's even written a letter to the Board stating that he thinks you're an exceptional doctor!"

House grabbed the letter out of her hand, read it and then casually handed it back and then started looking around for me.

I had already gone home for the day having given H.R. my two weeks' notice that day. It was my intention to start taking hormones to stimulate egg release for conception. I went to fertility clinic that day to have my first injection of hormones.

When I got home I had an interesting voice mail from House. "Call me, I want to come over and see you (609) 921 8041."

I called the number which happened to be his cell phone. "Hello?"

"It's Morrigan. You rang?"

"Are you doing anything?"

"I just got in. I was going to fix something to eat."

"I'll come and pick you up and take you to dinner."

"I don't think so Dr. House. I think your rejection the other day was enough for me."

"Wilson thinks you did something to get Justin Roberts to drop his claim. Is that true?"

"Does it matter?"

"To me."

"It's simple; I had dinner with him and convinced him that you were a great doctor."

"Why?"

"I'm not sharing the reasons why."

"I want to see you."

"I want Bill Gates to adopt me...not happening. Bye Greg." I hung up and went in to lie down on the couch.

Half an hour later I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and he stuck his cane inside to stop me from slamming the door closed. "Greg, go away and get that cane out of here."

"Or you'll strike a cripple?"

"Or I'll strike you." I said. "You had your chance. You should have trusted me then. It's too late now."

"Oh, get over yourself." In one huge burst of energy, he pushed open the door.