DOC JUAN: Chapter 8

A/N: She’s too heartbroken to function! Time to return the favor, doc!


Sitting on her apartment floor

A week later, she didn’t show up for work. Her desk was empty for a whole week- The Receptionist-less Week, as he called it. She didn’t pick up the phone either, so he decided to check in on her on a day when his clinic wasn’t swamped with patients.He palmed the spare key that her landlord had handed to him. His sharp ears picked up the faint sound of muffled weeping on the other side of the door. It stopped when he unlocked and turned the knob. The room was a mess and only lit by flames from the electric fire. He turned around as he felt someone creep up behind him, before being knocked out by a large, blunt object.
“I’m sorry.” he heard a familiar voice whisper from a dark corner of the room as he came to with an ice pack pressed to his throbbing head. “Hmm? Oh…uh…It’s fine. Helluva swing ya got there. What was that…a cricket bat? ” he murmured, groaning as he sat up on the couch and noticed her on the floor. “Yea… Sorry bout that thing. It was Marc’s. Didn’t even notice that he’d left it behind. Just burnt it. Too many memories.” she muttered, gesturing to the sizzling electric fire as she spoke. “Did ya burn the furniture too…? ” he asked, raising an eyebrow at his young receptionist who sat on the floor with her knees up and her arms wrapped around them as if wallowing in self pity. “Can’t sit on the couch. Too many memories. That…that…where you’re sittin right now, he spilt guac there…that klutz! An’ we chose those cushions together. We had our first fight at the store that day, cuz that ninny didn’t agree with me over the colour! ” she whimpered, burying her head into her hands as she continued to sob. “I take it ya broke up with the boyfriend, eh? What happened, lass? ” he enquired in a concerned manner, as he knelt down in front of her. She looked up at him as he put away the ice pack and took her palms in his. “Can’t believe I’m gonna talk about it with a womanizer. But, I guess, you’d know more about the topic than anyone else. He cheated on me. There was this slutty socialite who stuck to him like glue, showed up at all the events he deejayed…An’ I had my doubts…An’ it all turned out just as I’d feared it would…! ” she explained, before breaking down. “Sounds like a real bastard! Aye…ya know…take all the time ya want. I can manage on my own. ” the doctor muttered, taken aback as she buried her face into his jacket to cry while he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her to console her. “Oh…right…I’m sorry, Dr. Miller. I should’ve called or somethin. Don’t worry, you’ll see me at my desk tomorrow. I didn’t even think bout you in my sorrow. I was just, uh, you know thinkin bout gettin through this an’ comfortin myself…” she whispered, apologetically. “Oh-ho….I know a whole lot bout comfortin oneself. Ya know, I’ve got a bottle o’ lube in my back pocket, if you’d like! ” he joked with a saucy wink, in order to break the somber mood. “Ugh! How d’you manage to make me feel uncomfortable every time?! ” she exclaimed in disgust, pulling away from his embrace. “Sorry, just tryin to see that smile o’ yers. There it is! ” he apologized, flashing her his own toothy smile as she broke into a sunshiney smile for him.
“Huh! This must be a first for ya. Not hittin on a vulnerable woman! ” she teased. “Aye, it is! Must be losin my touch! ” he agreed. “Well, I think any woman would be lucky to have ya…if you just stayed this way.” she whispered. “Wait…Did ya just say, woman? As in singular? One woman?! Don’t think so! ” he sputtered, feigning displeasure at the thought of committing himself to just the one. “You’re never gonna change, eh? ” she muttered on hearing him, playfully kicking him lightly and eliciting a mischievous chuckle from him before he kindly helped her to her feet.

DOC JUAN: Chapter 7

A/N: a bit too much to drink! 🍷🍸  Fortunately, he’s got Elle to accompany him home.

“Sorry, I ruined yer dress. I tried to hold it in…but, it just went gushin! Some o’ it landed on that poor waitress’ pristine white shirt…an’ all o’er ol Dr. Wittigan’s wig too!” the drunk doctor apologized, as his trusty receptionist pulled up at his home, giving him a lift from the party which ended quite late. “Well, that’s what happens when ya drink too many martinis, a bottle of Scotch an’ half my Cosmopolitan! Anyway, it’s all good. It’s my funeral dress. I last wore it at my granddad’s funeral an’ no-one’s died since…So, why bother keepin it anyway, eh? ” she accepted his apology, chuckling as she looked down at the lacey black dress which had puke clinging to its front now. “I stand corrected bout you doctors rollin in cash! ” she exclaimed, mouthing wow as she helped him to the porch of his ancient mansion before proceeding to ring the doorbell. “Family heirloom. Built by some codgy, ol relative o’ mine…whose name I can’t recall, by the way! ” he muttered. “I take it, you live alone then? Thought you’d have butlers an’ stuff! ” she deduced when no-one answered the door, slipping her arm around him quickly as he began to drunkenly topple over.
“Are ya tryin to cop a feel?” he slurred, as he felt her run her hands all over him and dig into his coat pockets as if searching for something. ” I’m friskin ya for a key. Your house keys. Where are they?” she enquired, giving up as she came up empty handed. ” Under that flower pot, of course. But, I do like it when a lady’s got her hands all o’er me…So, do continue! ” he replied, before flashing her a teasing grin and mischievously leaning in closer. She rolled her eyes at him, ignoring his lustful gaze as she unlocked the door. ” That’s the only wood you’re gettin mate! ” she successfully rejected his advances, stepping aside as he threw himself at her and watching in amusement as he found himself kissing the half-open wooden door instead. There was a loud thud as the door creaked open and he passed out onto the carpet, staining it with drool while Elle looked on, nodding her head in disbelief at his drunken demeanor. “Thanks for makin my job so much more difficult for me, Dr. Miller. I hope I’ve got a raise comin my way.” she remarked sarcastically, as she carefully dragged him upstairs to his bedroom. She plumped his pillow up for him, making him feel comfy as she pulled his wine-stained coat off and tucked him in.
“Oh…good God! An’ here I thought ya only responded to house calls at their places!” she muttered, scrunching her face up in disgust as a pink bra slipped out from underneath his pillow! “My place, their place…the backseat o’ a car in a parking lot…does it matter? Ya can keep that, by the way. It’s Mrs. Burton’s! ” the dazed man bragged on seeing the lingerie dangling from poor Elle’s hand. ” Why would I wanna keep Mrs. Burton’s bra? I’ll just return it to her when she turns up for her check up…That’s on…lemme check…Right! Monday. I’ll return it to her on Monday.” Elle decided, searching in her purse for the trusty diary where she wrote down the date and time of each of his patients’ appointments and which she never lost sight of, pulling it out to look up Mrs. Burton’s next appointment. “Yer all business, no pleasure, eh? ” she heard him mock her before drifting off to sleep. “Better yet, I’ll just leave it in the lost and found for her to find. G’night, Dr. Miller.” she changed her mind, quickly slipping it into her purse, before switching off the nightlight and taking her leave.

DOC JUAN: Chapter 6

Song choice for this chapter: One Step by Anne Drury.


Dancing to impress!

“Dr. Miller, guess you’re leavin early today. Mrs. Montesco called to say she’s cancellin cuz she’s still a bit tired from her last appointm…oh, my God! I’m so sorry…! I didn’t realise…” Elle began to explain, but stopped short, agape at the door . Sputtering apologetically, she backed away to her desk, slamming the door behind her as she did.  “I’m so sorry…I should’ve knocked or somethin…” she muttered apologetically as he made his way to her desk, buttoning up his shirt as he did. “I didn’t mean to walk in on you an’ Ms. Sully in the middle of an, uh…appointment.” she continued, looking behind him at the now fully clothed Ms. Sully who hurried out of the clinic embarrassingly.
“That’s alright. Sandra’s walked in on me an’ my patients a lotta times.Sometimes, even joined us…if ya know what I mean! ” he accepted her apology, before winking at her saucily. “Ugh! I wish I’d been blinded by that bout of pinkeye! ” she gagged in disgust, trying to get the images of Dr. Miller and Ms. Sully’s sexual shenanigans out of her mind. “Oh…c’mon, sex is a beautiful thing. You act as if you’ve never made love before! You have…made love before, right? ” he asked curiously, leaning in intently. “I’m not talkin about my sex life with you, Dr. Miller! ” she replied, standing up and backing away from him as she prepared to leave. He snickered at her response and her secretive attitude. “Would ya look at the time! I’m late!” he exclaimed, jumping up on seeing the hands of the wall clock strike seven. “Not that it’s any of my business….but, late for what? ” she enquired, as she searched in her purse for the keys in order to lock up for the day. “Oh! There’s this reunion bein thrown by my med school pals. Pretty posh. They’ll be bringin their better halves, talkin about their kids, showin off an’ stuff- The lot o’ em!  Say…are ya doin anythin tonight? I need a date….An’ I’m not s’possed to go out with any o’ my patients! Single Scotsman in London, handsome an’ a doctor…go figure, eh! ” he requested, chuckling at the thought of his lonely life.”You’re not serious? You want me…your receptionist, to come with you?! ” she exclaimed, surprised by his request. “Unless, you’ve got plans with this fella who’s been textin ya non-stop. Boyfriend? ” he whispered, staring anxiously at her phone vibrating atop the desk. “Yeah…He’s actually live tweetin this event he’s deejayin. Probably havin the time of his life too…Argh, sod it!  I’m comin with ya! Let’s just stop at my place first an’ I’ll wear somethin nice…An’ not too skimpy, so ya don’t flirt with me at this party! ” she finally agreed, feeling a tad distraught by her lack of a social life as she looked up from her tweet-laden phone screen before putting it away.
“You doctors, always rollin in cash, eh?” she muttered, sipping on her wine while watching the waiters elegantly walk across the shiny marble floor with trays laden with caviar, champagne and finger foods. He hummed in agreement, sipping on his Scotch as they stood at the bar and watched the couples dance under the grand, shimmery chandelier.  “Aye, we are quite rich, aren’t we? Ya done with that wine? ” he offered to take the empty glass off her hands. “What? ” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him as he stretched out a hand towards her. It was unexpected, as she’d only accompanied him so he’d have someone to link arms with or so he could occasionally wrap an arm around her waist and introduce her as his gorgeous new girlfriend to his married colleagues and also to feast on the delicious spread there, while also sneaking some crab cakes into her purse when no-one was looking….but, she hadn’t anticipated dancing. “May I have this dance? ” he replied, turning on his charm and beckoning to the dance floor. “I haven’t danced in a while…or been asked to in such a gentlemanly manner, really! ” the girl with two left feet confessed, hesitantly allowing him to lead her to the dance floor, before they began to waltz…surprisingly, rather well! “I didn’t think I’d be any good at this! Especially since, I learnt to dance from YouTube videos! ” he confessed, letting out a chuckle as he got through it without stepping on any feet! “Really? Well, you’re rather good. ” she praised, on hearing him. “Aye! It’s also how I learnt most o’ the moves I pull off in the boudoir. YouTube channel run by some fella called Mister Sex…” he began to reveal too much with a boastful grin. “I really don’t wanna hear about your online sex teacher or any of your boudoir shenanigans, Dr. Miller. Let’s just continue dancing, please! ” she interrupted as she felt herself beginning to gag again, before they resumed their waltz in silence.

Rants about presentations that drove me nuts…+ a doodle.


Computerised coconuts!

Another product o’ my weird mind . I doodled this sittin on the back bench durin the cyber security lecture, bored outta my mind o’er the kind o’ crappy presentations bein, well…presented durin our ongoin CAs (sorta like a project/assignment sorta deal) Pointers: If yer gonna present somethin, ya don’t have to read everythin off the chart/ PowerPoint. Try to understand what yer presentin before presentin it to us…An’ don’t rattle it off the back o’ yer head like a bloody parrot! Include additional content as well. Try to make sense o’ yer topic, so it’ll make sense to ya an’ to us. Try not to make it sound like shite or a sea o’ uhms an’ uhs!
Anyway, this doodle started off as a tech thingy, a machine or robot o’ sorts.
Hence, the canopy o’ the coconut tree (that’s what it is, if ya were wonderin,btw!) looks sorta like a…ummm….whatcha call it…a  cogwheel.
The roots sorta look like claws, dontcha think? P.S I know o’ a female student sittin beside me who’d just wanna get er claws (read: her painted, pointy fingernails) around our lecturer’s neck an’ just strangle er for lecturin er on bout er poor presentation.😤 (Boy! I seem to be using that word a lot today, eh?😄)
The funny faces embedded into the letters o’ the coconut tree sign below the doodle represent the funny faces that the clownish back benchers pulled off as the presentations progressed…until they were tossed outta the class by our strict lecturer for disruption! 😆
That’s all for now….Class dismissed!  😇

DOC JUAN: Chapter 5

A/N: She contracts conjunctivitis…and he’s left to fend for himself! Let’s see how he gets along without her👇

“Ya know, ya don’t need makeup. I think yer beautiful just the way ya are.” he stopped by at her desk and flirted, wiping sweat off his brow and neck as he spoke. “Uh…thanks for that compliment, but I’m not applyin makeup. It’s just…I think it’s conjunctivitis…” she muttered worryingly, snapping the pocket mirror shut as she looked up at him with watery eyes. “Oi! Look away! I don’t wanna catch anythin! ” he squealed, as he reached for the stylish sunglasses that he always kept in his pocket and put them on hurriedly. “Always prepared, eh? Anyway, I’ve gotta go see my eye doctor. I think I might need a few days off. ” the squinting receptionist requested, dabbing at her eyes with a hanky as she stood up quickly to leave . “Aye, sure! Take as long as ya like. Just get outta ere before ya infect someone else! ” he agreed to her request, hurrying into his clinic, his lab coat fluttering behind him. “For a doctor who deals with illness an’ disease on a daily basis, he’s quite the scaredy cat! ” she muttered, nodding her head in disbelief, watching through the glass door as he sprayed disinfectant around the waiting room and her desk as soon she left! She thought he’d do fine by himself while she recovered at home. She was wrong!
“I’ll kill you, you bastard! How dare you?! Even after I warned you! You still…Cmere, you! Sleep with my wife, will you? Let’s see you do that lookin like Swiss cheese once I’m done with you!” she heard a familiar voice threaten as soon as she stepped into the clinic.  “Get that drill outta my face, ya madman! ” Dr. Miller yelled, struggling to push off  a furious Dr. Williams (a dentist who had a clinic in the same building) who’d pinned him down on the examination table and was attacking him with a dental drill while the patients watched on with a mixture of horror and amusement! “Oi! Let him go…or I’m callin security with just a press of this button! ” she threatened, raising her voice at the angry dentist. “That’s a Jammy Dodger. What d’you make of me?” he retorted, calling her bluff. “Bollocks! That worked in Doctor Who...! Fine, it is.  But, I’m still gonna call security if you don’t calm down, Dr. Williams! ” she warned, before taking a bite of the cookie. “Ha! He’s just a dentist. Hardly a doctor! ” Dr. Miller mocked, coming up for air as the dentist slightly loosened his grip from around his throat. “An’ you! Pipe down or you’ll end up provokin him! Dr. Williams, put that down. I thought that was strictly reserved for teeth. You’re not scarin anyone with that! ” she advised. “I’m leaving now. But, you tell him that if he comes near my wife again, he’s gonna pay! ” Dr. Williams warned, scowling at Dr. Miller before he left. “Yeah, right! I’m gonna pay…pfft! How much does a dentist earn anyway? Peanuts?! ” a shameless Dr. Miller called out after him.
“Glad to have ya back. I’m impressed, by the way! ” he praised, as she helped him up and calmed his patients down once the irate dentist had left the clinic. “Ya left me unimpressed though! Grown men…especially doctors, actin like a  bunch of kids! What was that bout anyway? Who’s his wife an’ how’d ya end up sleepin with her?” she demanded to know, clearing up the mess in his clinic while his eyes followed her around the room. “Ya remember Sandra, right? Well, he’s er husband.” he revealed. “No way! Lemme guess, you called her back to replace me while I was away an’….” she exclaimed, her voice trailing off so that he could fill in the blanks. “…An’ one thing led to another…! Not my fault though. That woman’s a vixen! ” he finished her sentence, defending himself at the same time! “Oh…for chrissakes! I can’t leave ya alone for a minute, can I, Dr. Miller? ” she muttered under her breath, as he childishly flashed her a mischievous grin.

Julius Pringles in a field o’ flowers

So, the quirky artista  in me came up with this fancy doodle. An’ since I thought it looked like Julius Pringles (the moustached dude who graces every Pringles can that every junk food eating kid/ adult has been able to lay their hands on) surrounded by flower petals, I thought it needed a fancy name. I present to you: Julius Pringles in a field o’ flowers. Open to interpretation, by the way…unless y’all think it looks like Air India’s mascot, the Maharajah peeping at ya through foliage! 😆;)


Julius Pringles in a field o' flowers

       🍟🌻🌼🌷💐🌺🌹🌱 🍠

DOC JUAN: Chapter 4

A/N: Ere we find out about the doctor’s one true love💘:

The next day, at work:
“A rose for my sweet. What’re ya up to? ” he asked charmingly, handing his busy receptionist a long stemmed red rose which he’d been clenching between his teeth like some lothario, hoping to catch her attention. “Sendin your mum a Valentine, the ol fashioned way. The last time, I sent her an email an’ she replied that she’d rather her son send her a handwritten letter if he really cared bout her. Look good? ” she replied, asking his opinion as she held up a neatly written, heart shaped card. “Brilliant! Mum’s gonna love it! Ever since dad’s passin, I’ve always made sure she feels loved. The poor woman’s all bored an’ alone in that tiny cottage in the Highlands.” he recounted, perching onto her desk while she listened intently. “If you ask me, it’s a bit strange…a grown man sending his mum a Valentine! It’s a holiday for lovers, isn’t it? ” she muttered. “Well, to me, my mum’s the one true love in my life.” he defended his decision to send her a Valentine, his voice conveying a childlike innocence. “Alright, lover boy. Now, off my desk! I think you’re sittin on my stamps.” she ordered, shooing him away as he slid off her desk. “Where’d they…? Oi, Postman Pat! Turn around! ” she called out, looking around for the stamps before spotting them. “Who…me? ” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her choice of nickname. “They’re stuck to the back of your pants.” she exclaimed, unable to control her laughter as he strained his neck to follow her gaze.
“See? Even the non- livin ones can’t resist my cute arse! ” he quipped boastfully, as she carefully pulled them off. “Whatever you say, hot stuff!  Well, your mum’ll never know where these were, right? ” she muttered, shrugging as she quickly glued the stamps on and licked the envelope shut. “Ooh…she likes what she sees! Please tell me that’s my next patient.” he whispered, smiling smugly as his eyes wandered towards the woman who was sitting patiently in the waiting room and watching them the entire time. This time it was her eyes that were glued to his butt as she bit her lips in a lascivious manner. He fed her lustful hunger, proudly showcasing his assets as he swaggered into his clinic. Her dreamy eyes followed him as he did so. “The doctor’s in, Ms. Martins.” an amused Elle snapped the drooling woman back into reality, rolling her eyes at what she’d just witnessed. She put the letter into her purse, humming Please Mr. Postman to herself as she walked to the post office.

DOC JUAN: Chapter 3

A/N: Dr. Miller gets plenty lucky in this one…while his poor receptionist gets none! 👇

“I’m sorry bout tonight. I really didn’t think I’d burn the dinner…An’ half the table cloth, again! ” her boyfriend apologized embarrassingly, as the young couple prepared to turn in for the night. “It’s alright, Marc. Maybe, we’ll finally have that candlelight dinner ya keep promisin me…someday. Don’t worry bout it. What’re takeout menus for, eh? ” the understanding Elle whispered, putting her book aside as he slipped under the covers beside her on the bed. “I love you, ya know that? ” he proclaimed, flashing her a smile as he leant against the pillow while she snuggled up to him. “Hmm…prove it! ” she exclaimed seductively, nuzzling his neck as she spoke. “Love, not tonight. I’ve got a big day tomorrow. I’m deejayin like a million V-day parties. Now, ain’t that slammin?” he explained ecstatically, yawning as he was already fatigued from his deejaying duties that night. He dozed off as soon as he rolled onto his side with his back towards her, snoring while she looked up at the ceiling in disappointment. “Well, at least someone’s gettin some action! ” she muttered, sighing as she heard pounding and orgasmic moaning through the thin walls from Mrs. Rosewater’s upstairs apartment.
“I see ya didn’t sleep well either, eh? ” she enquired from her desk, watching the drowsy looking doctor as he  smoothened his ruffled up hair and checked his reflection in the glass doors before entering his clinic. “Oh, yes! Mrs. Rosewater’s husband kept me up all night. His, uh….condition kept on worsening last night. Should’ve seen Mrs. Rosewater. Poor woman was on the verge o’…Uh, tears! ” he lied. “Right, yeah…I’m her downstairs neighbor. I heard her moaning last night. Kept me up all night too! ” she revealed, dabbing concealer on her dark circles as she spoke. “D’you want some? You’ve got a hickey on your neck there, Dr. Miller.” she gestured, suppressing a snicker as she offered him her concealer. “Just send in my patient, Elle.” he ordered, pulling on his lab coat and adjusting the collar in a bid to hide any signs of his sexual shenanigans from the previous night, before hurrying away embarrassingly.

DOC JUAN: Chapter 2

He lost no time in getting friendlier and closer to her in the next few weeks. “Did ya know that pen’s leakin? ” Elle pointed out, as he leaned over her desk, chewing at his fountain pen seductively in a bid to get her attention. “Gosh! I didn’t even know people still used fountain pens! Gotta remember to buy ya new pens…..An’ I’ll throw in a new shirt too, since that one’s ruined! I’ll get to it, right after lunch.” the hard working receptionist muttered, jotting down a reminder on a post-it note as she spoke. “Bollocks! ” the embarrassed doctor muttered under his breath, wiping ink off his face as he hurried into his clinic.
His next attempt at seduction was an unsuccessful one as well. “How bout lunch? Wanna join me?” he suggested, popping by her desk one afternoon. “Already had lunch. But, thanks for offering.” she replied, without looking up from her laptop. She watched as he walked back to his clinic in a dejected manner. However, she changed her mind after seeing him eating his deviled eggs alone. “Sorry.” she whispered to her priced possession- a photo of her boyfriend which she carried in her purse- as she stood up and walked into his clinic once the last patient for the day had gone. “Hey. Sorry for declinin your offer earlier. D’you want some coffee though? I thought I’d make some.” she offered, as he hung up his lab coat before hurriedly putting on his jacket. “None for me, thanks. Got a house call. Mrs. Rosewater…uh, her husband…he’s, uh…not feelin too well. I’ve gotta run.” he excused himself. “Oh! Hope it isn’t anythin serious. D’you want me to come with? I can give ya a ride there. It’s close to where I stay. ” she offered, following him to the elevator. “No, that’s alright. Just have yer coffee an’ don’t forget to clean the coffee maker once yer done, eh? G’night. ” he declined politely, flashing her a smile as he pressed the button for the ground floor. “Yeah…Will do. G’night! ” she called out. For some reason, she was the one feeling dejected this time, as the elevator doors shut themselves. She shook it off, feeling her phone vibrate in her purse. Her face lit up at the sight of a text from her boyfriend, with the promise of a romantic dinner.

DOC JUAN: Cast members and Chapter 1

Happy independence day to all my fellow Indians 🌹
An’ with that, imma gonna share with y’all my ongoing work on wattpad, a humorous love story titled Doc Juan (a take on Don Juan. Partly inspired by David Tennant’s play Doc Juan in Soho and his telly show Casanova) I’d originally intended it as a fanfic an’ never thought it’d take off, but currently it’s at 600 reads an’ countin an’ ranked #105 in humor on wattpad.
Enjoy! 😘


Cover page


Cast members

David Tennant as Dr. John Miller AKA Doc Juan
Jenna Louise Coleman as Elle Vitino
Lee Evans as Dr. Williams
Taron Egerton as Marc AKA DJ Marx
Catherine Tate as Nina

Cameo by Jessica Hines as Sandra, the former receptionist

“Ya sure ya don’t wanna stick around? I mean we’ve had so many memories together…especially in this room. Remember that night after the Christmas party…? ” the seductive Dr. Miller recounted, running a finger across Sandra’s lips as he spoke. “Yeah…Unfortunately, so does my husband! Remember, he caught us in the act that night? Now, I’ve gotta get goin before he comes over here an’ kills us both!” she reminded, pushing him away gently as she struggled to resist his charm. “How bout a quickie…just for ol time’s sake, eh? ” he whispered, moving closer till she could feel his hot breath against her face, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.
“Uh…Sorry to interrupt, but I’m Elle Vitino. I’m here for the receptionist job. Heard there was an opening.” the young woman at the door made her presence felt. “Oh! There’s an opening, alright! ” he exclaimed saucily, his eyes scanned her from bottom to top. “Oi! She’s someone’s daughter.” Sandra muttered, rolling her eyes on seeing him drool on his lab coat. “Uh…Sorry…apologies! I’m Dr. Miller. This is Sandra, the one you’ll be replacin…An’ she was just leavin! ” he introduced, snapping back into reality. “Alright, alright…I’m leavin! Lemme just show the new girl the ropes before I leave…before ya show her your rope, Doc Juan! ” she teased, feigning hurt as he attempted to get rid of her quicker! “Oi! I hate that name! An’ no-one calls it a rope, btw…That’s disgustin! ” he called out behind her.
“So…that’s it? No interview…no nothin? I just get the job, just like that? ” she asked in disbelief, as she was shown to her desk and Sandra gathered her stuff. “If Doc Juan’s taken a likin to ya, who am I to disagree with the boss, eh? ” was her only reply. “So…Doc Juan…what’s that? Like a nickname? Why d’you call him that?” a curious Elle enquired. “Oh…you’ll find out soon enough! Just a caution though….when he hits on ya, an’ he tends to do that quite a bit, try to resist, kay? Play hard to get. Just don’t fall hard.” she warned. “Did ya also warn er not to blink, Sandy? ” he asked jokingly, on overhearing her. “Don’t ya listen to er. She’s fibbin. I’d never hit on a pretty, young lady like yerself! Bet ya already get a lotta attention outside o’ work, eh? ” he whispered, with a mischievous wink. “I see what ya mean! ” the blushing receptionist exclaimed, turning to Sandra who’d already left, in a hurry to save her marriage as she left Elle alone with him.