"This is Dr Lisa Cuddy, and unfortunately I can't take your call right now. Please leave a message, or try my cell. And House - the answer is still no."

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I think I just got called Dr Cougar.

Everyone always assumed that it came back to House, but Cuddy's tastes ran a little younger than that.

I think I've honestly forgotten what to do with a day off.

I already know I'm in trouble when I start anticipating the next glimpse of him, and can't even last five minutes without hoping he'll walk past.

She ran out of time to get him back in working hours, so that night when she was getting herself off to thoughts of him, she dialled his number and made him listen to her climax before hanging up and waiting for any kind of response.

The image had certainly served to distract her from the board meeting, and she decided it was time to bring out the big guns, and slipped her panties into a clinic file she handed Dr Chase for his opinion.

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Watching Chase smack into one of the panelled windows while he was too busy staring at her cleavage was enough to make her giggle-snort, and also bring the score up to even.

There are days I still remember it's not just something that exists on the Hallmark channel.

If he still insists on making me play the part of matron, then he better be prepared to be put over my knee and spanked when he messes up.