Amber stepped into the elevator, near Eric but not close enough to brush against any part of him. She wasn't avoiding him, exactly. More like getting ready for how they'd have to be, at the hospital. Taking a step back towards who she'd been before Eric.
"Is that how it is?" So House-- at least, according to Eric-- was still so resentful of the new Cuddy representative in his turf that he'd outright reject all his suggestions. Amber stored the knowledge for future reference; any detail could be the key to winning an essential moment. The better the understood how House worked, the more she could manipulate him for her needs. Not that it was easy to cheat the Master Game player. "That's a good idea." Cameron hadn't been keen on helping when Amber had sought her out during the Boys vs. Girls round, but if Eric thought he could get her help, she wouldn't say no. "I'll look around, too." Cuddy might have a special request, or a strange case might happen to walk into the clinic. And there was always a pile of requests that came in through the mail. Most she could solve immediately, but who knew, they might get lucky.
The elevator made its steady descent; within a few seconds they’d be on the ground floor. Then they really would be out in the world. Amber looked at Eric. She hadn't lied. He really did cut a fine figure in his suit, sharp and sure and perfect. If they weren't already involved, and if she'd happened to catch him like this, she'd have hit on him. But maybe she preferred him naked after all, because then he was hers.
She didn't know what would happen once they returned to their daily routine, but she did know how she'd be at work. Knew the kinds of things people would tell him. There was at least one thing she wanted him to hear from her own lips, if he hadn't yesterday, pursing his lips at the appropriateness of it. So she told him just as the elevator doors whisked open. "House and the others call me Cutthroat Bitch." Amber was casual, as if she were reporting some patient's stats.
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"Is that how it is?" So House-- at least, according to Eric-- was still so resentful of the new Cuddy representative in his turf that he'd outright reject all his suggestions. Amber stored the knowledge for future reference; any detail could be the key to winning an essential moment. The better the understood how House worked, the more she could manipulate him for her needs. Not that it was easy to cheat the Master Game player. "That's a good idea." Cameron hadn't been keen on helping when Amber had sought her out during the Boys vs. Girls round, but if Eric thought he could get her help, she wouldn't say no. "I'll look around, too." Cuddy might have a special request, or a strange case might happen to walk into the clinic. And there was always a pile of requests that came in through the mail. Most she could solve immediately, but who knew, they might get lucky.
The elevator made its steady descent; within a few seconds they’d be on the ground floor. Then they really would be out in the world. Amber looked at Eric. She hadn't lied. He really did cut a fine figure in his suit, sharp and sure and perfect. If they weren't already involved, and if she'd happened to catch him like this, she'd have hit on him. But maybe she preferred him naked after all, because then he was hers.
She didn't know what would happen once they returned to their daily routine, but she did know how she'd be at work. Knew the kinds of things people would tell him. There was at least one thing she wanted him to hear from her own lips, if he hadn't yesterday, pursing his lips at the appropriateness of it. So she told him just as the elevator doors whisked open. "House and the others call me Cutthroat Bitch." Amber was casual, as if she were reporting some patient's stats.