Chapter 28

Cameron snapped her phone shut and knocked her head against the wall. Ass, she thought, now it was war. She gave herself a few minutes to cool off. He was going to have to wait now she vowed. Resolved she took deep cleansings breaths. He was wrong if he thought she couldn't control herself the jerk. The need to make him suffer was helping her calm down.

Feeling the control return and the ache lessen, she took out her cell and activated the photo feature immensely pleased there was a timer on it. She pulled her hair free and unbuttoned her lab coat hoping she wouldn't get caught. Standing she dropped her coat on the stairs. Bending over she shook her hair out. Her air dried hair had curled and she ran her fingers through it messing it up.

Smirking she took the stairs up half way and determined where she would need to stand by laying her head on the steps. Setting the timer, she placed the phone where her head had been and quickly descended the stairs.

Leaning up against the wall she spread her legs and bent her knees keeping her ass and back against the wall then leaned forward enough to slip the tip of her pinky finger into the lacey band of her thigh high, angling the rest of her fingers to cover the bare flesh of her inner thigh the tip of her thumb pushed up under the edge of leather of her shorts. Her other hand crossed her body her thumb resting vertically up her throat the tip beneath her chin her fingers splayed over the side of her neck. Tilting her head up a little to expose her throat she wet and parted her lips then closed her eyes.

She heard the click of the photo taken and quickly grabbed her coat and pulled it over her shoulders and buttoned up. Sitting back on the stairs she called up the picture an evil grin on her face. It was perfect.

Entering his number she quickly texted a message but didn't send it. Instead she slipped her hand and the cell in her pocket and finished her descent to the ground floor. When she entered the clinic she hit send and closed her phone.

"Hi Brenda," Cameron said and took a file from the stack. "Looks like you could use some help."

"God send," Brenda said smiling at the young doctor.

"Mike Jones," Cameron called and ushered a mother and her little boy into an empty room.

Upstairs House was trying to get rid of Wilson. "Don't you have a bald boy to comfort?"

Wilson looked at his watch and then back at House choosing to ignore his scowl and choice of words.

"Nope not for twenty minutes." He smiled at him knowing something was up he just couldn't figure out what it was. "Where's Allison?"

"Around," House said shifting in his seat trying to relieve the pressure caused by a certain bratty doctor.

"You seem restless," Wilson said a smile growing. "Now what could be making you so…" Wilson waved his hand.

"Annoyance," House said giving Wilson a pointed look.

"Nah," Wilson said kicking his feet up on House's desk.

Releasing a frustrated sigh House said, "Go get me some coffee."

Wilson frowned slightly. "Go get it yourself."

"Leg," House said rubbing his thigh and taking out his Vicodin shaking the bottle at him. "Please," House said giving him a pitiful look.

"Why are the blinds closed?" Wilson asked crossing his arms.

"Fine, House groaned holding the edge of his desk to stand, I'll get my own. I told Allison I wouldn't take the pills dry, if you won't help…" he trailed off beginning to pull himself up hoping Wilson would take the bait before he was up or the real reason for the groan might be just a bit too obvious to ignore.

"Wait," Wilson said and stood up. House carefully lowered himself back to the chair. Wilson watched him and the pained expression that crossed his face as he settled back into the chair. Grabbing House's empty cup he gave him a suspicious look, but House just rubbed his thigh his eyes closed head on the back rest. "Ok," he said seeing he wasn't faking.

House's eye cracked open when he heard Wilson leave the door swinging closed behind him. He gave him enough time to cross to the machine then hoisted himself up. Grinning evilly he stepped up to the door and punched the floor lock into place. Wilson must have heard it. He turned a confused look on his face. House shook out a pill and tilted his head back dropping it into his mouth. He swallowed and then rubbed his stomach. Waving at Wilson he disappeared from the door satisfied with the blooming irritation on his friends face and locked the other two doors.

"Unbelievable," Wilson shook his head a little disgusted with himself for falling for it. He walked up to the office door as House settled into his recliner. He watched him lift his leg up on the ottoman. When House looked over at him he gave him the finger.

House laughed out loud and pushed the chair back. Resting his hands on his chest he closed his eyes still chuckling. Giving it a minute he cracked one eye open and saw the doorway was empty. Then he saw movement at the balcony door. Wilson appeared and tried to yank the door open setting House off again and getting the finger from Wilson again.

"Not nice," House shouted shaking his finger at Wilson. "How can we trust you with the youths of no tomorrow if you are so vulgar?"

"Ass," Wilson yelled through the door and then disappeared back to his office.

Chuckling House rested his head back for a moment then frowned. Looking at his watch he saw it'd been fifteen minutes since he called her. Slipping his phone out of his pocket he flipped it open just as a text message popped up. Brow rising he opened the message.

"Holy Fucking Hell," he groaned unable to take his eyes off the picture. His brilliant mind had gone silent as the blood rushed violently to his pants so it took him a minute to read the message.

'You make me so wet," he read, while that thought bounced around in his head another message popped up.

'Not in the stairwell.'

Flipping back to the picture he stared at it. "Like I'd be able to make it to the stairwell anyway," he grumbled. His hand had dropped to into his lap and he squeezed. Fuck, he thought removing his hand. If he was going to cum it would be between her legs, he thought then groaned the image not helping his situation. Composure he demanded repeating the thought a few times. Glancing at the picture he reluctantly closed his phone and squeezed his eyes shut. Just calm the fuck down. His hand was itching to help him out with that but he pushed that option away.

Think he thought trying to formulate an idea, a plan. The distraction helped to return control to his body and clear his head. His eyes narrowed and a slow smirk formed on his face finally deciding on a course of action. He knew where to find her and for the first time he was more than eager to fulfill his clinic hours.

Grabbing his cane he stood and moved to the cabinet and took out his lab coat and slipped it on. Taking his stethoscope off the shelf he placed it in his pocket and then buttoned up the coat leaving the last two buttons open. Pulling open the middle draw of his desk he took out his glasses and slipped them into the other pocket. Running his hands through his hair he unlocked the hall door and made his way down to the clinic.

Stepping out of the elevator he saw Cameron leave a room her hand on an old woman's shoulder talking to her. "You're mine," he murmured a passing nurse paused and looked at him. Scowling he said "Not you," and moved around her towards the clinic.

Stepping into the clinic House stepped up to the counter watching Cameron from the corner of his eye as he signed in. When she released the woman and turned towards the counter House slipped his glasses out of his pocket and put them on. Acting like he had no idea she was there he picked up a chart and flipped through the information.

From his peripheral he saw her pause, but kept his eyes fixed on the chart. Looking up he acted like he just noticed she was there his face remaining impassive. "Dr. Cameron," he nodded then turned towards the waiting room. Reading from the chart he said, "Kevin Romana." A man stood and House turned and led him to an empty room. Standing to the side he let the man enter first, slipping his stethoscope out and draped it around his neck as the man passed. Maintaining his impassive look he entered the room and shut the door.

Cameron's eyes narrowed as the door closed. Making notes on the file she set it on the stack and stepped away from the nurses' station pulling her phone out. She should have known he'd have enough control to pick retribution over sex. At least for now, she thought typing out a message.

Hitting send she went back over to the nurses' station and picked up a file. The fucker knew her too well and she was hoping for something complicated to take her mind off the heat burning between her legs. "Angela Parker," she called out.

House was sitting on the stool listening to the man drone on when his cell beeped and his cock jumped. Talk about pavlovian, he thought reaching into his pocket for his cell. Then thought better of it and put it back in his pocket. Best to deal with this idiot first. Taking out his pad he wrote a prescription and handed it over to him. "Go," House said waving him to the door.

The man frowned, "You haven't even done anything."

House frowned back. "You have a rash. What do you want me to do scratch it for you?"

"No but…"

Sighing House stood up and pierced him with a stare. "Out, he said then smirked at the man, or I get out the big needle." That was enough to get the guy moving.

Finally, he thought shutting the door and leaning against it. Taking out his cell he opened it to find a message. Clicking it he saw the same picture from earlier and the message, 'There will be no surrender. You'll have to take what you want." Oh really, he thought brow up smirk widening.

Dialing her number she picked up on the first ring. "Safe word, know what that is?" he asked his voice laced with an edge he knew turned her on.

"Mm hmm," she said adrenaline was knocking her heart around.

"Yes or No, Allison I want clarity," he growled.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Yes what," he asked his tone low demanding and harsh.

"Yes Sir," she said biting her lips catching on quickly.

"Good Girl," he soothed. "Make up a safe word something simple, easy to remember and not something you would normally say when aroused."

"Turtle?" she asked. "Sir," she quickly added.

"Turtle's good," he said. "Know when to use it?"

"If I want you to stop, Sir," she said.

"Remember what we discussed this morning?"

"Yes, Sir," she nodded even though he couldn't see her.

"If you are uncomfortable with what I'm doing, use it understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she said.

"Are you sure you want me to take you by force, because I will no matter how much you fight me. Unless you safe word." He added.

"You think you're man enough?" she asked and hung up on him. She stepped into the elevator as she hung up on him. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise, 'I will no matter how much you fight me,' the threat was real she could feel it. There was no half-assing it with him. She felt a shiver run through her and a small grin appear on her face.

Staring at the phone for a minute House couldn't believe she hung up on him. Slipping it back into his pocket an evil smirk grew. "Oh you have no idea," he said softly opening the door.