"I apologise, I meant this in a good way"

Oh, sure, in a "good" way. He really takes you for a fool. Still, he's apologising.

Wait. He's again playing you, giving a little to let you overextend. He's actually a damn good player, isn't he? You'd almost admire him... if you did not see through his game.

He walks to the couch and lightly sits on it, pulls his phone out and tells you he'll just wait as long as you need.

He actually is dismissing you. In your own apartment. That's some grade-A alpha male play, if that thing even exists.

What does he expect? That you'll tell him you'll hurry? Fuck this. That you don't, so he can tease you for "being a woman" and such sexist shit? *FUCK THIS*. You really should have gone and picked your stuff up with Jake weeks ago. And you're still very annoyed with Jake, and that day was terrible, and yes, you're still fucking horny, but you can't fucking do anything about it right now, can you? Well, it would be hilarious to rub one off while Brad waits, but hey. You're not that kind of woman.

In your head, you storm off to your room. In reality, you tell him:

"Sure, you can turn the TV on if you want."