Cuddy thought about what Wilson said all through the rest of the weekend. She would sometimes start wondering what House was doing at a certain time and she chose to think he was sitting alone in his apartment, playing his piano or guitar, instead of what he was probably doing; entertaining Monica. And 'entertaining' is as detailed as she'd let herself think.

But it was Monday. She was freshly showered and almost ready for work. She opened her closet and scanned for what to wear. She decided on keeping the skirt professional; she didn't want everyone to be able to look up so easily, but, the blouse was a different story. After selecting a red skirt, which she heard is a color that men favor on women, and although House's outlook on the world is different from any other man she has ever known, when it comes to women, no matter how different he claims to be, he isn't. She threw it on top of her bed and started searching for that perfect blouse.

She rummaged through all of them, considering how low each one dips, and if it goes with her skirt. She had almost given up until she came across one she had completely forgotten about. It was a black blouse she bought a long time ago but never wore out. Her mindset when she purchased it was for a date, a third most likely, where the guy is roped in and at the end of it, was most likely sex. And if the guy wasn't in the mood, then that top was surely the one to do it. She never thought it was professional enough for the hospital, but she pulled it out of her closet to look it over, and grinned to herself, thinking one day won't hurt. She grabbed that and the skirt, and went to the bathroom to slip out of her towel and change into her outfit of choice. She smiled at herself in the mirror when she saw a low dipped blouse that left very little to the imagination of what it barely held inside, and grabbed her hairdryer for her hair and her make-up to apply before heading out the door.

House turned from laying on his back to his left, and opened one eye at a time, faced with black hair sprawled out on the pillow next to his. He lifted his body by propping his left elbow on the mattress and turned to look behind him at the alarm clock. He let his body fall back down and took a deep breath. Monica still hadn't left and he was already late for work, which meant he had to wake her up. "Hey..hey, wake up," he said, with his right hand on her bare back to nudge her. "C'mon, I have to leave for work."

"What time is it?" she mumbled.

"10:06." He brought his arm back towards him when he saw her shifting her position and turned to face him without bothering to cover up. He took a quick peek at her breasts and looked back up at her. "You can take a shower here if you want. I can just get dressed and take a shower at the hospital. I should leave here by at least 10:30 though, so you have to be kind of fast in there."

"Okay," she answered with a smile and threw the blankets off of her and walked towards the bathroom swaying her hips, feeling House's eyes watch as her naked body disappeared behind the door that she closed and started the water for it to get to the right temperature before getting in.

House turned on his back and stared at the ceiling. He managed to forget about Cuddy all weekend, not having to be called in to the hospital for anything. It was hard to do until he invited Monica to stay with him and he kept himself occupied with her. But now, it was Monday. There wasn't anymore avoiding. He sighed and rubbed both hands over his face and stood up, limped over to the opposite side of the bed where his bedroom closet was and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans to wear. He sat on the edge of the bed to put them on without hurting his leg more then it already did by standing too long and when he was finished he popped a couple Vicodin that was sitting on the night stand, and made his way into the kitchen to make them some coffee.

Monica was fast enough for him to make it to the hospital at 10:45, which he was hoping for. He nervously scanned the lobby for Cuddy, not wanting to see her just yet and pounded the button for the elevator to let him in repeatedly with the tip of his cane until it finally decided to arrive on the lobby floor to collect him and take him where he needed to be.

He stopped by his office to alert his team he was there, but needed to pop in the shower before doing anything. They gave him skeptical looks, hearing a snide remark from Foreman asking "since when do you start actually handing out reasons for not doing anything?" House smirked at the way his team knew him as well as they do, and still obediently does his work for him, without much resistance. They all casually went back to what they were doing to wait for him to return and to receive a case.

He poked his head out the door and looked both ways before exposing himself into the hallway to get from his office to the shower room and grinned to himself as he got there successfully without running into anyone; Wilson included.

He was pleased to see he was the only one in there. He selected a shower at the end, and turned the water on, stripped down to nothing, left his clothes where they fell, and stepped into the stream, closing the curtain around him.

He grabbed the shampoo that was provided first and lathered his hair, getting some in his eyes and squeezed them tight so none seeped in when he heard the door open and heels echo. "House," he heard Cuddy say.

"You do know this is the mens shower room, don't you?" he asked blindly, trying to follow the sound of her heels to help determine where she was.

"You are the only one in here, so its only you I'm bothering," she answered coolly.

He dove his face into the stream to get the shampoo out of his eyes to look at her. "How did you know I was here?"

"Your team."

"You do know I'm naked in here, right? That doesn't bother you?" he asked with a swipe over his face with his right hand to get rid of the access water dripping down and opened his eyes, seeing that she was wearing darker eye shadow then usual, her hair perfectly done, surrounding her face like a frame, and his eyes fell down to her cleavage and lingered there, raising his eyebrows trying to will them back up to her face.

Cuddy continued talking and let him stare, "you think I've never seen a penis before? You think I don't have sex?" she challenged.

"Of course I think you have sex," he managed to look up and focus on her again. "I just don't want you to see what you're missing and have all your experiences since this moment not compare. I know its been a while since our night shared in college, and so, you may have forgotten. I wanted to spare you the pain and suffering," he answered sarcastically.

"Oh, don't worry, House," she said, taking a step closer to his curtain to get closer to him. "I'll still be able to enjoy the feel of another mans penis in me, thrusting hard and fast, and fighting for control of the situation until we both can't take it anymore and come like never before," she said intently, and seductively. "Even after this moment," she said casually and arched an eyebrow at him. "Did you just get turned on by imagining me having sex, House?"

"No, not at all, it actually is a turn off for me. Quite the opposite," he spat.

She smirked at him, "you may be able to lie, but your penis is the one that can't." He looked down at himself when he saw her gaze fall quickly and saw he was fully erect. "Take care of that and get to your office when your done," she said walking away lifting a file facing the door, "I have a case for you."

"Shit," House mumbled when she left and took hold of himself to get rid of his erection before continuing his shower...