Chapter 37

Cameron pulled on a pair of sweats after the shower having spent the time figuring out how to pay him back for earlier. When she came out into the living room she saw the TV was off and called out, "Greg?" Silence remained.

Heading into the kitchen she saw a yellow post it stuck to the coffee machine. Plucking it off the machine she read, 'How's your ass?' and it had a smiley face under it sporting a raised brow making it look smug. Snot, she thought a grin on her face.

Turning the machine off, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Fifteen minutes later she pulled up to her apartment an evil grin on her face. So going to pay, she thought sliding her key in the door and pushing into her apartment.

Standing in front of her closet she found the black leather corset and matching black shorts. Setting them on the bed she dropped back to her knees to find her four inch black pumps and hoped they wouldn't have a patient standing in the lab all day wouldn't be great for her feet. Setting them next to her clothes she pulled a pair of black thigh highs out of her drawer.

Dressed she stepped in front of the full length mirror. The shorts were short enough the thigh highs left a few inches of skin between their lacey top and the leather. "Hello blue balls," she said turning to see how her ass looked.

Satisfied with her outfit she applied the little makeup she used and tied her hair into a bun at the base of her skull. Returning to the closet she took out her spare lab coat and ripped the plastic dry cleaning bag off. Slipping it on, she closed it and looked in the mirror. Good, except the heels they would raise a brow or two even with the coat on. Slipping them off, she put on her two inch black pumps and returned to the mirror. Not as dramatic, she thought but still effectual.

She buttoned the lab coat up and then slipped her long over coat on. Locking the door she headed out to her car checking her watch to see how late she was going to be. Not too bad she thought still might make it before Eric. Which would be the best, House wouldn't leave his office the moment she got in and she could get her coat off and hung up without him realizing she already had her lab coat on.

It didn't take long to get to the hospital and she was right House was leaning back in his chair eyes closed earphones in. Quickly she removed her coat and hung it up over the lab coat she kept at the office. She made her way over to the coffee machine and smirked at the red cup sitting next to the empty machine. Staring a pot she went back to her desk and set up her computer. Opening her email she began to go through them.

Her brow rose there was one from House. Opening it she saw a picture of him without a shirt on under it he said 'You know you want it.' She took her cell phone out and took a quick look around finding the hall as empty as the room she pulled the bun free and unbuttoned a few buttons. Taking a picture she immediately buttoned her coat and then put her hair back up and put her glasses on.

Punching in his number she sent the photo to his phone with the message, 'How do you like leather?' Standing she dropped her cell into her pocket and went over to get some coffee. She heard a clatter in the other room and her smile grew. Schooling her face she calmly prepared both of them a cup of coffee.

"Morning," Forman said dropping his bag on one of the chairs heading right for the coffee.

"Good morning," Cameron said hearing another rattle from his office.

Forman raised his brow looking over his shoulder at the noise coming from the office.

House popped through the door cell phone in hand. He stopped short when he saw Forman. Scowling he snapped his cell closed and shoved it in his pocket. Narrowing his eyes he watched Cameron walk over to him with his coffee. He took it from her taking in her hair and glasses. His brow rose at the difference.

She smiled innocently up at him and said, "Good morning Dr. House."

He grunted and took a drink of his coffee.

Eric sat at the table and took out a medical journal from his bag. Glancing briefly up he looked at House, "No case yet?"

"Sure, he said pointing at the white board weird symptoms huh?"

I'll take that as a no," he mumbled rolling his eyes and returning to his journal.

Cameron gave House a sweet smile and then headed to her desk. "I'll check the mail, who knows maybe I'll find the plague." Sitting down she turned to her monitory ignoring the heated look House gave her before returning to his office.

Not a minute later an email popped up from him. She opened it and almost laughed out loud. Clamping her hand over her mouth she read it again. 'You better keep that lab coat buttoned up all day or I will whip you.'

'I don't have any idea what you are talking about,' she emailed back to him.

'Brat,' was his returned message.

'You love it,' she sent back.

'Come in here and take that coat off,' he wrote.

'Busy,' she returned.

He growled at her last email. 'You need to come in here and take care of the situation you created.'

'You sent the first picture so you only have yourself to blame,' she wrote back. She actually heard him scoff through the closed door and had to duck her head to hide the smirk from Forman who had look towards the office and then at her.

"What's wrong with him," Forman asked.

"No idea," she said successfully keeping the amusement out of her voice.

'You'll be on your knees before this day ends,' he sent.

A small shiver ran through her and she crossed her legs against the aching heat he'd created. 'Do you like lacey thigh high stockings and short, short, short leather shorts?' she wrote and hit enter.

She heard rustling and looked up to see the blinds pulling shut. Glancing over at Forman she watched him watch House a small frown on his face.

Sighing Forman said, "Great he's in a mood,"

"Seems to be," Cameron said. "Maybe we should go to the clinic and get out of his hair before he starts in on us."

"Good idea," Forman said putting the journal away.

Cameron started to close her computer when the email dinged. Sitting back down she looked at Forman who was waiting for her. "I'll meet you down there," she said opening the email from House.

'Don't you dare leave this office little girl. I'll take you right in the clinic at the nurse's station.'

She could practically hear the growl in his voice through the email. 'Ok,' she emailed back and then closed her computer and swiftly went for the door. She decided the stairs might be a good idea and pushed through the stairwell door and started for the ground floor.

"Oh no she doesn't," he muttered taking out his cell out. Pressing her number he waited for her to pick up.

Cameron was to the first landing when her cell rang. Pulling it out of her pocket she smirked at the caller. Flipping it open she said, "Dr Cameron speaking, how may I help you?" For a moment there was only silence. "Hello?" she asked smirking.

"You have five minutes to return to my office before I act," he growled then snapped the phone shut before she could say anything.

Fuck, she thought fluid rushing into her panties. She had no idea how he could turn her on so completely without doing anything. There was no way she would make it back to his office without thoroughly embarrassing herself. She dialed his number again.

"Four minutes," he said then snapped the phone shut.

She blew out a frustrated breath and called him again.

"Three minutes forty seconds," he said. He went to snap the phone shut, but heard her breathy voice come through the line.

"Wait," she said.

He knew that sound and his cock jerked in response. "Yes?" he asked.

"I'm in the stairwell at the end of the hall too close to the edge to come to you. You're going to have to come to me or wait," she breathed out.

"Ten minutes," he said and snapped the phone off a huge smug smirk on his face.