Discalimer: You know the deal – Not mine:pouts:

A/N Thanks to all you guys you have reviewed so far! So kind and gentle with the first timer here! I got the warm fuzzies all over! I'm getting' misty eyed here. Soooo …just for my lovely reviews here's chapter two comin' at ya!

Thanks Flit x for the kind encouragement! U Rock: )

Chapter Two – "All Is Fair"

The dean of medicine headed determinedly with easy strides down a familiar corridor of the PPTH. Making her way to a destination know only to herself, Cuddy ran a finger over the object she held behind her back in her left hand and a knowing smirk drew from inside her. It was her Ace, her secret weapon (well one of them at least). It was her assurance of Victory. To the winner go the spoils and oh how she loved to win. Formidably self-assured, she was a sight to behold today more so than usual, she was dressed to kill. Depending upon her expectant reaction from one head diagnostician it was a forecast that could easily come to be in the near future. Her hair was down and cascaded in loose curls past her shoulders falling onto the soft silk collar of the form fitting v-neck shirt. A silk ribbon right below her bust line ran around the front contrasting against the matte material that defined her waist and was tied at the back emphasizing what he often referred to as her administrative assets. The shirt was paired with a lacy black skirt that hugged her every curve and of course the look completed with a pair of what Greg house so eloquently considered "Do Me" pumps. But it wasn't what she was wearing that she wanted him to see, it was what was underneath. She paused to make sure the red lace strap of her bra slightly peeked out from under the silk collar of her shirt as well as a glimpse of crimson at the v of her breast before she pushed the door open to Gregory House's office. Whether she was aware of the fact or not a smile was present on her lips at the thought as she sauntered in.

By no mistake she had caught him alone, sitting at his desk without the presence of his minions. His raised brow was the first acknowledgment as his eyes traveled from the stilettos up the length of her calves to the curve of her hips. His eyes still swept upward and after begrudgingly leaving from his detained attention at the enticing amount of cleavage - he saw it, the slightest glimpse of red lace.

"Good morning Dr. House." She smiled at him politely and with intentional enthusiasm she knew he would abhor.

House threw down the magazine he was reading leaving it to mingle with the other assortment of clutter littering his desk -he had a job for Cameron indeed, and pursed his lips. He had sized her up already and had no intention of verbally acknowledging her change in wardrobe choice for today – unless he chose to get in a couple of quick jabs at her of course.

" Dr. Cuddy, to what do I owe this unpleasant surprise." He leered at her fumbling in his jacket pocket for a familiar bottle. " If this is about my clinic …"

He was interrupted by the soft thunk of a magazine landing in the middle of his desk. It slid against the slick covers of the other magazines piled there before it and almost fell into his lap. House managed to catch it right before it tumbled over the edge and turned a quizzical gaze upon her. "What's this?"

She offered him a sultry smile that would have melted glaciers as she leaned over his desk. One hand resting on either side of the edge, she leaned just far enough over so that he could get a better view directly down the front of her shirt.

"Since you seem sooo interested," she drug out the words with an exaggerated breath," I just thought you might like to know I'm wearing page 13 today." She retracted her arms from the desk and headed towards the door .she could feel him watching her ass as she left. With a righteous grin of self-satisfaction held in her eyes and a gloating stride to her step, she couldn't have been more pleased with herself.

House flipped the magazine over and almost fell out of his chair when he realized what it was. "Why Dr Cuddy, you minx." It was a Victoria's Secret catalogue. He flipped hurriedly to page 13 and found the sexiest set of red lingerie he'd ever seen. A red lace bra and thong set. The words made you look written over the model that donned the devastating duo. Oh she was bad. "Touché." If she wanted to play a game he was more than happy to oblige her, after all he was competitive by nature. "Game on."

A/N I know it's short, there's more a coming! I'm still new to all this! Be patient please! Thanks!