A/N: Thank you everyone for the amazing reviews. If you haven't gotten a reply from me, it's because this site is messing up again. Here's a long chapter to make up for it. Also, I'm going away this weekend so I won't be posting any more chapters until the 29th. Enjoy!

Chapter Six

House looked back at Bennings. "Call security and the police, Jeeves," he instructed. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Cuddy.

"Don't even think about it, Bennings," Greyson growled all semblance of good humor gone.

Bennings looked down his nose at them and turned on his heel.

"Wait!" Cuddy called out. "Don't call the police! We'll leave. Right, Grey?"

House turned to Cameron with wide eyes. Grey? he mouthed and grimaced. Cameron clamped her mouth shut and looked away.

Wilson turned in his chair and looked at Cuddy. "What are you doing here? And who is this guy?"

Cuddy lifted one shoulder. "Oh, this is Greyson Rockland. He and Cameron used to date."

"Pfft!" Cameron snorted. "Yeah,when we were kids!"

Cuddy glared back at Cameron and continued. "He told me all about Cameron and I wanted to see for myself. Now I understand why House is with her," she told him.

House kept his eyes on Cameron. Her face was set in anger and her eyes blazed. Slowly she turned her head to look at Cuddy. House was very glad not to be on the receiving end of that look. He fully expected Cuddy to burst into flames.

"And why is he with me, Cuddy?" she asked in a low voice.

Cuddy laughed. "Money. Why else?"

Mundell stood and threw his napkin on the table. "Leave at once."

Greyson held his hands up. "Okay, okay. No need to get huffy. We're leaving."

Cuddy smiled smugly at House, turned and walked down the stairs with Greyson behind her. Once they rounded the corner of the house, she turned on him. "You said they love you!" she spat. "That they'd welcome you with open arms. Instead, they threatened to call the police. I can't be arrested. I'll lose my job. I can't believe I trusted you."

Greyson grabbed her arm. "Oh no you don't," he told her. "You're going to seduce House and I'm going to get Allison back." He dropped her arm and started to walk away. "Unless you don't really want him."

Cuddy stared at him and then followed. "Of course I want him. I love him. He doesn't love Allison," she sneered. "You saw him. All he wants is the money and cushy lifestyle. He doesn't love her. We'll both get what we want but I'm in charge now."

Greyson smiled and they continued across the lawn to his car. Until that day, Cuddy had never ridden in a Ferrari before. That, mixed with seeing House cleaned up and wearing a suit sent her libido into overdrive and she was already wet.

As Greyson drove, the deep, sexy hum of the engine had her uncrossing and crossing her legs repeatedly to alleviate the constant ache between them as she thought about House fucking her on the hood of the car. As if Greyson could sense it, he placed his hand on her bare leg. "Are you one of those women who gets turned on by a hot car?" he asked with a smile.

"I guess so. I've never been a car like this before. It's pretty sexy."

"As Dean of Medicine, you could afford your own hot car."

"I could, but it's not very practical in Jersey."

"Practicality has nothing to do with it. If you want one, you should get one and fuck practical."

Cuddy glanced over at him. He really was an attractive man, even though he was probably at least ten years younger than she. It made her feel like a cougar. And yet, she hadn't been with anyone in a long time. He was definitely easy to look at, reminding her a lot of Robin Thicke with his style of clothes and hair, and she found him attractive.

"How much would something like this go for?"

"Brand new? At least two hundred grand. Used, between a hundred, hundred and fifty, depending on the mileage and condition it's in."

That was way out of her reach and she whistled. He glanced over at her when they stopped at a set of lights. "A hottie like you should have a hot car. Guys go for that shit, ya know?"

"Is that why you drive one?"

"That, and my father owns a chain of Ferrari dealerships across the country. Maybe I can get you a good deal on one, if you're really interested."

"I might be."

Greyson took the next exit and drove them down a private road until they came to an open field.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"I thought we might explore the countryside," he said as he put the car in park and turned off the engine, but left the stereo on. He gently touched her face and smiled at her. "You're really beautiful, Lisa. I can't imagine why House, or any guy, wouldn't want you."

"House is...complicated," she said with a defeated sigh. "He's had a soft spot for Cameron since she came to work for him. I just never thought they'd actually get together."

"That's why we need to break them up."

"Yeah," Cuddy snorted. "And we saw how that went. He's in love with her. I've seen that look on his face before."

"We can put that look on his face when he sees you."

"I don't know how…"

"We can talk about that later. Right now I'd like to talk about how you're going to ride my stick," Greyson said as he leaned over and started kissing her neck. Cuddy shoved him off of her and glared at him.

"Whoa! Hold on. When did I ever give you the impression that I wanted you?"

"When was the last time you got laid, Lisa?" he asked her. When she couldn't come up with an answer, he smiled. "I rest my case. Come on, what's wrong with having a little fun? You're a beautiful woman, I can tell you're attracted to me." His hand was still on her leg, inching upwards under her pencil skirt. "I'd suggest hopping into the back seat but there isn't one. I'll bet House couldn't fuck you in a car like this," he added.

"Not a chance," she smirked. He certainly made a good argument. What was the harm in having a little fun? She could just close her eyes and pretend it was House, if needed. Greyson took her hand and placed it over the bulge in his pants. He wasn't nearly as big as House, so it would take some serious imagination on her part.

"Come over here," he said and patted his lap. With his help Cuddy straddled him as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his unimpressive cock. It was fully erect and to stop herself from laughing, she kissed him instead as she wrapped her hand around him and stroked him a few times to see if he'd get any bigger.

"Oh yeah...that's good...so good…" he groaned as he thrust against her hand. He reached into the middle console and pulled out a condom. Tearing the foil packet open, he rolled the condom on himself. What a slut! he thought as he pulled her down onto his length and immediately started bucking his hips up into her. "Yesssss….oh yeah, baby…." he groaned as she started bouncing on him.

Cuddy closed her eyes and thought of House in his suit, neatly shaved beard and imagined it was his lap she was straddling. The smell of the Ferrari's leather, Greyson's slight stubble and the force at which he was thrusting into her made her think back to her one-night stand with House in college and she came pretty quickly with a feral groan thrown in for good measure. It wasn't the best sex she'd had, but it was certainly better than nothing.

When they were finished, Greyson adjusted himself, and smiled at her. "You are one hot piece of ass, sweet cheeks. Why don't we go back to my apartment and plan our next method of attack?"

Cuddy tried not to show her disinterest. "Got something in mind, do you?"

"Absolutely."

"I think it's best if we get out of here for a few days," Mundell suggested as they sat around the dinner table, eating dessert. "You're welcome to join us, James. There's plenty of room for you to stay at the cabin. Hilary and I have our own apartments. And then we can take a tour of the hospital."

Wilson nodded, not wanting to go back to Princeton anytime soon. There didn't seem to be much of a rush since Cuddy wasn't there. And it might give him a chance to get to know Hilary a little better.

"Sounds great," he said with a nod, and Hilary smiled at him.

"GG's service isn't until Tuesday. We can take a few days and be back in time for that. Everything's being taken care of on that end. We can take the jet and be back on Monday night. That will give us time to see the hospital and avoid Greyson and your former boss," Mundell told them.

Cameron toyed with the napkin in her lap. "I suppose Greyson and his parents will be coming to GG's service."

House put his hand over hers. She looked up at him.

"I would say not if you don't want them to come," House said.

"I like his parents," Cameron said.

"As do I," Mundell agreed. "They missed Mother's party and were horrified by Greyson's stunt." He looked at House and Wilson. "I've been friends with them for years. They never much cared for Millicent and now I understand why."

Wilson leaned close to House. "You really need to fill me in on all this. So far, it sounds like these families could be on your soap opera," he whispered.

"Oh, it's better than any soap. It's more like a reality show gone wrong," House whispered back. "I'll tell you all about it later. I can't wait to meet Greydong's parents. I bet they're both a real piece of work."

"Actually," Mundell said with a slight smile. "Greydong's parents are very proper and nothing like him. Or Bitty for that matter." He laughed softly. "I must say, House, you have come up with some very amusing variations on Greyson's name."

Wilson smiled. "House brings mocking and sarcasm to a whole new level."

House arched an eyebrow and then smiled.

"I feel the need to stretch my legs a bit after that wonderful meal," Mundell said as he stood up. "Feel free to entertain yourselves."

Once he was out of sight, Hilary leaned across the table and looked at House and Cameron. "Okay, what are we going to do about Greyson and that slutty boss of yours?" she asked.

"Well, slutty would recognize slutty," House teased.

"House!" Cameron and Wilson said in unison.

"No, he's right," Hilary told them. "Slutty does recognize slutty. Knowing Greyson, he's already fucked her at least twice since they left. She is ultra-slutty and she wants House. Women like her do not go down without one hell of a fight. Greyson will bring her to GG's memorial service."

"He wouldn't dare," Cameron responded.

"Oh, Allison," Hilary sighed. "You aren't slutty at all. You have no idea what she'll do. She will be at the memorial service and she will make your life hell. Luckily, you have House."

"She does," House said. "Cuddy can try to seduce me away but it won't work. Allison has nothing to worry about."

"Allison is sitting right here," Cameron said with an edge to her voice. "I am perfectly capable of handling Cuddy and Greyson."

"That's true," Wilson said with a nod. "She handles House and that is no easy feat. I know. I've tried."

"Yes, but you won't sleep with me, you selfish bitch," House teased with a cock of his head.

"Well, you are hard to resist at times, I'll give you that," Wilson shot back with a grin.

Hilary looked from one to the other. Cameron laughed at the look on her face.

"Are they always like this?" Hilary asked her with wide eyes.

"Oh, this is mild, believe me," Cameron told her with a laugh. "You'll get used to them."

House tossed his napkin on the table. He stretched his arms over his head and then pulled Cameron close. "I need to have a gossip sesh with my bestie," he told her. "I trust you can manage without me for a couple of hours?"

She sighed. "It will be hard but I'll make it through somehow,"

House kissed her temple. "That's my girl," he whispered against her hair. He looked at Wilson. "Let's go drink some expensive liquor and smoke some imported cigars."

Wilson nodded. He stood and Hilary touched his hand. He looked down at her.

"Come find me when you're done," she said.

"Okay," Wilson responded with a smile.

House led Wilson down to the wine cellar. He chose a bottle of whiskey and showed Wilson the back room. Wilson sat down while House got glasses, the box of cigars and a lighter. He put them on the table with the whiskey.

"Cuddy isn't going to give up," WIlson told him as he chose a cigar.

"When has she ever?" House asked as he sat back and snipped the end off his cigar. Wilson held out the lighter.

"Never. But there's something different about her. She's over-the-top jealous of Cameron. Want to share anything with me?" Wilson asked as he picked up his glass of whiskey.

"I slipped her the long hard one in college and she's wants more," House smirked.

"You slept with her?" WIlson asked in shock.

"One time at a party. She was a one night stand. Obviously it meant more to her than it did to me."

"Obviously. But one night with you shouldn't make that much of a difference."

"Rude," House said.

"All I mean is there has to be more to it. It would explain why she goes out of her way to fight with you," Wilson mused.

"What? That I slept with her?"

"No. That she needs the drama."

House took a long draw on his cigar and narrowed his eyes. "She does seem to enjoy antagonizing me."

"She doesn't do it with anyone else," Wilson told him. "You feed some sick need she has for intense drama. You and Stacy bantered back and forth but not like you and Cuddy. You're also very loving and gentle with Cameron."

House shrugged. "Things with Stacy were fun and good until the infarction. Things with Cameron are amazing. It's easy to be myself with her."

"That's why Cuddy is acting so batshit crazy. Tell me about Cameron's mom and Greyson."

House laughed and spent the next hour telling him all about them. When he was done, he sighed. "So now you have to tell me about Hilary. Are you gonna hit that?"

Wilson merely grinned. "What makes you think I haven't already?"

"Because I know you. It's all about the thrill of the chase. You'll bide your time until neither of you can stand it anymore and you're tearing each other's clothes off."

Wilson looked at House, slackjawed. "How in the hell…"

"Because I know you. I've been watching you operate for years. Hilary won't wait for you forever, though. I don't know her that well yet but she knows what she wants, and she goes after it. If that's too fast for you, you best let her down easy."

"I like her, she's a nice person. A little troubled but then who isn't?"

"There's nothing wrong with a one night stand, but keep in mind you'll probably see a lot of her if you do decide to relocate."

"And maybe that's how it should be. Maybe I'm tired of banging nurses."

"And accountants, and assistants, and-"

"Shut up, House."

House took a sip of his whiskey. "Did you really warn Cameron not to break my heart?"

Wilson nodded. "I did. You love her. You loved Stacy. She hurt you. I didn't want Cameron to do the same."

House looked into his glass. "She's different."

A knock sounded on the door. Wilson got up and opened it. Bennings stood with his hands folded behind his back.

"I am most sorry to interrupt, Doctors, but your presence is required upstairs," he said stiffly.