You can't really send him off now.

"Oh, sorry, sure, get in." You realize that he's already playing you. You're apologising to the guy who cheated on you and treated you like... well, a fool, at best.

You coldly point him to the living room.

"Make yourself comfy over there, will you?"

The effect is kind of ruined by the fact you have to hold that tiny towel in a **** grip to prevent it from exposing more skin than it already shows. This is so embarrassing. Not to mention you're almost certain Brad's starting to get a bit of a hard-on. He certainly did not expect a show. Oh, God. He's not thinking you planned it this way, is he?

"You sure you don't need a helping hand?" Well, maybe he is. He'll be disappointed, though.

"Yes, Brad. I'm very much certain I do NOT need a hand, or any other body part."