Amber raised an eyebrow suggestively at Eric's questions about his 'reward. '"That'll depend on how well you score elsewhere."
His offering to meet her at The Blue Velvet was good, it meant she wouldn't have to tell him to do so. If Eric didn't mess up royally-- and she doubted he would-- then she'd invite him over to hers. Amber made a point of never staying at someone else's place. In her own apartment, everything was exactly as she wanted it. The bed was the right firmness, her sheets were clean, and she kept condoms and lube in stock. If they wanted other sexual aids, she had them. And the following morning, she didn't have to drive back home to get her make-up, her shoes, her skirts, her Honey Bunches of Oats cereal. Who knew what (un)pleasant surprises might await her elsewhere? If she wanted things her way, which she did, it had to be in her home.
She did have to be at PPTH by eight a.m. (even if House himself would probably be over two hours late), and she had no idea what Foreman's schedule was. Rather than try to accommodate him The Morning After, it'd be simpler all around if he drove himself over and she kicked him out when she had to leave. Not terribly romantic, but Amber was a practical woman. She had things to do, and to get them done, she had to think things through without rose-tinted glasses.
Kissing the tip of two her fingers, she then pressed them to Eric's lips. "I'll see you there." With a sly smile, she unlocked the door to her red Honda Prelude and slipped into the driver's seat, never once looking away from Eric's eyes.
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His offering to meet her at The Blue Velvet was good, it meant she wouldn't have to tell him to do so. If Eric didn't mess up royally-- and she doubted he would-- then she'd invite him over to hers. Amber made a point of never staying at someone else's place. In her own apartment, everything was exactly as she wanted it. The bed was the right firmness, her sheets were clean, and she kept condoms and lube in stock. If they wanted other sexual aids, she had them. And the following morning, she didn't have to drive back home to get her make-up, her shoes, her skirts, her Honey Bunches of Oats cereal. Who knew what (un)pleasant surprises might await her elsewhere? If she wanted things her way, which she did, it had to be in her home.
She did have to be at PPTH by eight a.m. (even if House himself would probably be over two hours late), and she had no idea what Foreman's schedule was. Rather than try to accommodate him The Morning After, it'd be simpler all around if he drove himself over and she kicked him out when she had to leave. Not terribly romantic, but Amber was a practical woman. She had things to do, and to get them done, she had to think things through without rose-tinted glasses.
Kissing the tip of two her fingers, she then pressed them to Eric's lips. "I'll see you there." With a sly smile, she unlocked the door to her red Honda Prelude and slipped into the driver's seat, never once looking away from Eric's eyes.