It's Brad.

Your ex-boyfriend is at your door, looking incredible. Damn, he's hot. That asshole has all the luck, he probably hasn't worked a day in his life and enjoys a life a luxury spending his Dad's money. And using that large cock of his.

Jesus, what was that thought? You pray he did not notice how your eyes quickly travelled to his crotch... There is a light sneer on his face, but it's not damning evidence he caught your tiny slip-up. He pretty much always has a sneer on his face. He does see himself as superior to all other men, and women are on a lower level of his personal food chain pyramid. You're actually getting into a seriously foul mood, just thinking of how charming he can be, and how much of an act it is.

"Hey Jen", he says. "I brought your stuff. Care to pick it up, there are a few boxes..." His eyes travel down your body , and back up again.

"You might want to dress a little more, though. It's not that warm in the carpark, you could fall prey to hypothermia's nasty clutches!" He winks. "I'd really hate to have to warm you up with my hot body."

Yeah, right. Subtle innuendo, sans the subtlety.

"Well, will you let me in or what?"

He's got a point. You can hardly close the door on him, since you did set the appointment, even though you completely forgot about it.