'Doc Juan'

Chapter 19

"This is ridiculous! I've never let mumsy sleep on the couch on any of her visits. I haven't even cleaned the couch in years. Lord knows what's lurking under those cushions!" she muttered worryingly, staring up at the ceiling as she lay in bed that night. "Well, I do know! I could feel stuff crawling underneath me an' prickly stuff digging into my back when I slept there. Thank God, it's someone else's turn now!" she heard his relieved voice exclaim over the wall of pillows she'd set up between them. "An' here I am sharin a bed with a commitment phobe!" she sighed sulkily, on hearing him. "Ya know , we could take care o' that...Just take down the wall. I can be really committed when it comes to pleasing a..." he whispered seductively, biting his lips in a saucy manner and peeking at her over the wall of pillows as he spoke. "If you bring up sex again, I'm gonna cut off the reason you climb into bed with women, mister! Seriously, I've got scissors in the drawer of my bedside table right here! " she warned, shooting daggers at him and making snipping gestures with her fingers before he backed away quickly. "Ya know, that drawer's strictly reserved for sexy lingerie an' condoms. Heard o' those?" he mocked, rolling over onto his side with a disappointed sigh. His mockery elicited a swift kick from Elle, who suppressed a wicked grin as she heard him roll off the bed and pull the bedclothes along with him as he fell to the carpeted floor with a thud! "No matter how lame an' lifeless yer sex life is, there is no need to kick yer boss outta bed!" she heard him mutter as he untangled himself from the bedclothes and pulled himself up off the floor with a groan.
"Mumsy's keen on goin down to Oxford Street for some shoppin. There goes my credit card!" Elle muttered, as she rummaged through her bag on the breakfast table the next morning. "Ah! The things we'll do for our parents! Let em max out our cards, make up fake boyfriends for em..." he teased, slurping his cereal as he leant against the kitchen counter and watched her. "She's not maxxin it out, Dr. Smartypants. Mumsy's not some shopaholic. She knows my situation an' she's not gonna leave her only daughter penniless!" Elle defended, on hearing the mocking tone in his voice. "Well, you don't have to worry about money anymore, eh,love? You've gone an' bagged yourself a well-to-do doctor, haven't ya? Although, I do wonder how you put up with her, Dr. Miller. She's so bossy.... an' messy, might I add. The amount of crumbs under that dirty couch, my Lord!" mumsy interrupted, yawning as she finally arrived for breakfast. "Oh...I put up with a lot, alright! She just doesn't put out!" he jokingly muttered to himself, eliciting a painful nudge from Elle (which made him sputter a mouthful of milk into the sink!) "C'mon, mumsy. Just eat your breakfast quickly and let's get a move on!" Elle ordered, handing her credit card over to mumsy before hurriedly stuffing the contents of her handbag back into it and pulling her coat on. "See how bossy she gets?" mumsy remarked, while Dr. Miller nodded in agreement.