I’m not in love with him anymore
Her statement to Wilson came rushing back to Allison Cameron regarding her older, grumpy, brilliant asshole of a boss as she packed up her belongings for the night.
Why was it that no one ever believed her when she spoke? Sure “Everybody lies” but did that only apply to her when discussing her feelings for any particular man?
No one questioned Chase’s motives for their doomed workplace relationship. He told Foreman he was in it for the sex and not once did Foreman flinch and say, “Man, you are lying. You’re going to get hurt.”
Oh no, those words were reserved for poor sweet, delicate little Cameron who was only a woman and therefore weak and destined to be hurt by the big bad Australian.
Rather ironic that it was Chase that was lying and had fallen for Cameron and that she had broken his heart because she didn’t love him, didn’t want a relationship and to be honest, half the time didn’t like him anyway. Amazing how the tables had turned and no one really believed her then too.
She had just wanted string free sex, it wasn’t complicated but somehow everyone made it that way. They had twisted the logic of her deal with Chase into a doomed love affair and then that reasoning fell apart so they reshaped it into some nefarious woman’s scorned plot to make another man jealous.
That man being her aforementioned asshole boss Gregory House, whom she definitely did NOT love…anymore. No she was way over him, any sane and rational woman would give up on a man who so obviously didn’t want her, and Cameron was nothing if not completely sane and rational.
Oh wait, then again, women weren’t allowed to be rational, no they had to fall in love with any man who was within 5 feet of them.
Slamming some charts into her bag Cameron sighed, she was so frigging tired. Tired of fighting, tired of the lies, tired of the disrespect, just tired of it all.
On her ride home her tiredness turned to nagging doubt. Was she over him? Did she still love him? Was she destined to become a cliché and be at his beck and call for just the smallest crumb of affection?
NO! Cameron’s brain screamed she would not turn into that. She did NOT love Gregory House and she was NOT lying. Allison Cameron was a woman in control of her life, her body and her heart. She was going to prove them all wrong.
Smoothing her hands down her black overcoat, Cameron pulled the sash tighter at her waist. She didn’t even bother checking her appearance in the reflection from her car, she looked hot and she knew it. Every bit of her outfit was perfectly calculated for the event she had planned, from her stiletto patent leather fuck me heels to the crimson red lipstick she had applied liberally to her lips, staining them to perfection.
Confidently she strode up the steps, past the green door directly to House’s apartment. Without a second thought she rapped against the hard wood grain.
The familiar sound of House’s stuttered step echoed as he came closer to the door. “It’s Friday, somebody better be…..” House stopped mid sentence as he focused on the sight laid out before him. To say she was a walking wet dream would be an understatement. He covered his reaction quickly, “Why are you here Cameron that kid is going to be fine.”
Cameron pushed past him, crossing the threshold into House’s private sanctuary. “Sure,” he mocked, “Come on in.”
She stood back to him, taking in her new surrounding, calculating her next move. House frowned, not liking being unable to gauge Cameron’s expressions. He could tell by her rigid posture that this wasn’t a social call, she had a purpose. He just wanted her out of there, after dealing with his latest asshole patient he had filled his quota for drama for the month.
“Cameron, did you lose your way to the strippers convention?” His blue eyes savoring the sight of her long legs encased in black stockings, with an over coat stopping right after the curve of her ass. “I’d be more than happy to take you there.” He tried to ignite the outrage she usually had reserved for him.
“I’m not in love with you,” Cameron’s voice announced. Of all the things he expected for her to say this was not one of them, House was rendered speechless. She spun around on her heel, auburn tresses flowing around and then resting. “I do however, want to fuck you.”
House coughed, “I don’t believe you Cameron.” His voice had recovered; he stood tall before her towering over her much smaller frame.
Heat flared in her eyes, green irises almost disappearing in the blackness of her pupils. She never broke eye contact, refusing to let him intimidate, to bully. She grabbed his shirt front, bringing him closer to her. Licking her blood red lips seductively she gave him her cruelest smile, “No one ever does, but it doesn’t change the fact that I am going to fuck you. And you are going to enjoy every minute of it. And when I leave afterwards, you won’t stop thinking about having me again.” Grasping his large musician’s hands she guided them around her waist resting them lower just below the hem of her jacket where her stockings ended and thong began.
House’s mind was spinning; his hands were having a mind of their own, savoring the feel of her naked ass in his grip. He looked deep into her eyes with his most devastating stare, “I don’t want you.” He said and tried to escape her hold, to not have to look at that damnable red mouth wishing those lips were wrapped around his cock.
Cameron smiled once again, cupping his stubbled cheek before running her hand down across his chest and settling on the bulge in the front of his pants, his body telling her the truth that his pride wouldn’t.
House closed his eyes, it felt so good as she continued to stroke him though his jeans. Every sex kitten fantasy he had ever had about his young fellow was coming true. She raised her mouth to his ear, soft little pants arousing him more by the second, “Liar.” She whispered boldly before nipping on his ear lobe.
“Everybody lies.” He mumbled before capturing that delectable cherry red pout with his own lips for a feverish kiss.