Chapter Four

Greyson Rockland sat in a chair outside Cuddy's office. He looked with disdain at the patients waiting in the clinic. He hated the unwashed masses and this was a prime example of them. Glancing at his watch, he blew out his breath in annoyance. The bossy nurse refused to let him see Cuddy so he had to wait until she left her office. He'd been waiting for nearly two hours when she finally emerged. She strutted past him wearing a tight black skirt, blue sweater and black fuckme pumps. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders and Greyson bit back a gasp when he saw her face. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her eyes were big and a clear grey-blue. Her lips were full and pink. She had the good bone structure that spoke of good breeding. When she turned, Greyson smiled. She had the best tits he'd ever seen. How could House choose Allison when he could have this gorgeous creature? In comparison, Allison seemed like an underdeveloped child. Lisa Cuddy was a woman; a hot, well built, sexy woman. He arranged his suit coat to hide his budding erection and stood up.

"Doctor Cuddy?" he asked as he approached her. When he stood beside her, he inhaled her heady scent.

"Yes," she replied without looking up from the papers she was looking over.

"I'm Greyson Rockland. I know Allison Langston and Greg House."

She put the pen down and turned to look at him. He allowed his gaze to move down her body. She had a tiny waist and round hips. Her legs were toned and for a moment he imagined them wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her.

"What about them?" she asked looking at him suspiciously.

"Let's go into your office and speak privately," he replied silkily. "I have a lot to share with you."

She narrowed her eyes but walked back to her office. He followed. Her skirt was so tight he could see she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Damn," he breathed as he entered her office. This was one hot piece of ass and he intended to have her.

She sat behind her desk and indicated one of the chairs in front of it. He sat down and crossed his legs.

"Did you know that Allison paid House to be her date at her grandmother's party?" he asked with a sly smile.

"Oh, yes!" she said with a triumphant smile. "I knew that relationship wasn't real."

"Oh, it's real now," he told her. "But, I need your help. You see, I'm in need of some funds. Allison's grandmother died yesterday and the memorial service is next Tuesday. How would you like to help me destroy the relationship between House and Allison? She will inherit another hundred million from her grandmother and if I marry her, I can put that money to good use. As an added bonus, you can have House all to yourself."

She stared at him. "What makes you think I want him?"

"Oh, I've done my research," he said as he adjusted one of his cufflinks. "You had a one night stand in college and you've been in love with him ever since."

Cuddy sat back and swung her legs up on her desk. Greyson smiled as her skirt slid back revealing her thighs. Oh, yes, he was going to fuck her hard.

"You're sure this will work?" she asked with a glint of malice in her eyes.

"Of course. Allison wants me, she just doesn't realize it yet. And how could any man not want you? You're breathtaking."

She smiled. "When do we leave?"

As House and Cameron relaxed on loungers by the pool, it was a hot summer day with a gentle breeze. Hilary and Wilson were in the water on air mattresses as they talked quietly and laughed among themselves. House couldn't make out what they were saying but he was happy that Wilson seemed to be relaxed and enjoying himself.

"I've been thinking," Cameron said as she sipped her drink. "We should go check out the cabin. If it's in good shape still, and big enough, we could live there. It wouldn't be far from the hospital."

"Hmm we might just have to. I wouldn't mind checking it out either, as well as the hospital."

"I'm sure Daddy could arrange a tour for us. He knows the builder, after all. Went to college with him back in the day."

"Interesting. Maybe Wilson could join us. It might make him decide to transfer as well. Think your dad would like us staffing the new hospital?" he chuckled.

Cameron laughed. "If he didn't like the idea, he would've put his foot down from the start and said no. But he likes you so I'd say he'll probably give us carte blanche to do what we want. Within reason of course," she quickly added when she saw the mischievous grin on House's face.

"Buzz kill," House grumbled into his drink as he finished off his third margarita. "Another round, Jeeves!"

"You better slow down," Cameron giggled. "Tequila on a hot day doesn't mix well."

"My dear child, have you ever seen me hung over?"

"Yes, I have. That time you had shots and got drunk with that convict that drank the copier toner."

He grumbled again and took the margarita that Bennings handed him from a tray, as well as another bowl of nuts. "You're a good man, Jeeves."

Bennings smiled at House. "Thank you, sir."

"Can we clone him for the cabin?" he asked Cameron, who laughed again.

"No. Besides, you might not even like it, and if you did, it's a fraction of the size of this place."

"Yeah, well nothing is as big as this place."

Cameron turned serious and cocked her head to one side as she looked at him. "Are you sure about this, House?"

"About drinking this margarita? Absolutely!" he said as he took a long, leisurely sip.

"No I mean about relocating. I know change is hard for you. Especially quick change. It won't be easy for either of us. And then there's the issue about where we're going to live…"

"GG's cabin."

"What if it's not what you want?"

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Then that's good enough for me. I'm sure I'll like it too."

"Do you seriously want to move in together?"

He arched his eyebrow. "Did you have another idea?"

"Well, no, but…"

"Stacy moved in a week after we met and we were together for five years. You and I have known each other how long? And we haven't tried to kill each other yet. I'd say our chances are good."

Cameron merely nodded and looked away, clearly not convinced.

House frowned. "Fine, we'll get separate places if that's what you want. I've lived alone this long, after all, so what's another several years..."

"That's not what I meant…"

He stood up and put his drink down. "You're scared of the commitment. It's fine. I get it. Whatever you wanna do, I don't care."

Cameron watched him limp back to the house and gave her head a shake as if to clear it. What the hell just happened?

"Where's House going?" Wilson called out.

"I don't know," Cameron sighed as she flopped back onto her lounger and finished her drink. She'd let him stew for awhile then she'd go find him. They'd talk it out and then, hopefully, kiss and make-up.

That would certainly take a lot of kissing, Cameron thought to herself and smiled. Once she finished her drink she set off to do just that. She searched all his favorite places first and when he wasn't in any of them, returned to their bedroom and found him stretched out on their bed, resting.

"I told you, tequila and sun don't mix," she said as she approached.

"It's not my fault Jeeves makes a killer margarita," he replied, not looking at her.

"Nor is it his fault that you drank three of them."

House sighed and turned his head to look at her. "C'mere."

She climbed onto the bed and curled up next to him as he wrapped his arm around her. "It's okay to be scared, you know," he said, his voice soft. "God knows I am."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Everything happened so fast. And like you said, change is hard for me, especially quick change, and that's what this is. Last weekend we were here, pretending to be a couple, and now we are one and we're talking about living and working together in another state. I can see why you'd feel overwhelmed. I am, too, but that's a given. I just didn't expect it of you."

"I don't know why I panicked."

He rolled onto his side and faced her. "We can do this."

She nodded and lightly caressed his cheek, letting the scruff tickle her fingertips. "We're going to do this. And it's going to be amazing."