'Doc Juan'

Chapter 5

"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.