"That's where toi were all night? I called toi three times to see if toi wanted to hit that new bar on twelfth." Wilson a dit as he ate his eggs. House drank some coffee and leaned against the booth.
"It was the best spontaneous rendez-vous amoureux, date I've ever had. She's gorgeous par the way."
"What is she like?"
"Funny. Annoying. Smart...Different." He a dit with a far off look.
Wilson smiled in surprise at House's unguarded look.
"Good for you."
House turned his gaze back on Wilson.
"Hey, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I could still severely screw this up."
"I doubt she'll be able to leave your place after she tastes your succulent meatballs." Wilson a dit with a coy smile.
"Now, that's the kind of potty humor I needed." House a dit with a chuckle.
"What's her name anyway?"
"Ariel Harrison. She's a frustrated writer. I wonder if that will translate into the bedroom?"
Wilson shook his head.
"Nice try, but I can already tell this woman has become plus than a lustful one-night stand."
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Knock. Knock.
"It's open!" House yelled from the kitchen.
"Hmm, it's smells great in here."
House spun around to find Cuddy standing in the cuisine doorway.
"What are toi doing here?" He asked briskly.
She nervously played with her bracelet as she moved to lean against a counter.
"I wondered how you've been. We haven't really talked since..."
"The conference." He stated finishing for her.
She nodded slowly at him.
"I just want toi to know I didn't mean to tell him all those things about you."
"It would be weird if he didn't know. I mean how else would toi get him to agree to hide in your hotel room for a whole weekend." He a dit nonchalantly as he turned away from her and began to chop up some basil. She moved to stand beside him.
"I am sorry...I don't have to worry about any repurcussions, do I?"
He scoffed at that and turned to look at her.
"I'm expecting company so if toi don't mind." House a dit curtly.
She looked taken aback for a moment but then she collected herself just as fast.
"Wilson coming over?"
"Wilson's on a rendez-vous amoureux, date with his new neighbor."
"So, who?"
"Greg?!" Ariel yelled from the front door.
Cuddy's gaze turned from him to the front door where she saw a tall, dark-haired, beautiful woman gazing back at her.
"I'm in here! Just follow these kick-ass aromas." House yelled back with a grin on his face.