He wrinkled his nose in distaste, the odor of sweat and semen and sex that clung to her naked body unmistakable. Evidently she and Jesse had been at this for some time before his untimely arrival.
"Really, Linz?" he asked sarcastically. "What exactly is it supposed to look like? Because from where I was just standing it sure looked to me like you and Jesse were having a real good time. And in my bed, to boot. Now, I know that just because I've got a genius I.Q. that doesn't always translate to street smarts, but even someone as naïve as you seem to think I am can see for myself exactly what's been going on here. And I also know that Jesse is just the latest in a very long line of your, er, playmates."
Lindsey's pretty mouth gaped open in shock, evidently too flabbergasted by this unexpected revelation to offer up a protest. Taking advantage of her momentary silence, Matthew grabbed up a handful of her discarded clothing and shoved it into her arms.
"Get dressed," he told her harshly. "And make it quick, because I wasn't kidding about having the flu. I want you and Lover Boy out of here within the next five minutes or I'll call security to have you both tossed out."
"You can't do that!" protested Lindsey wildly, even as she clumsily pulled on her lingerie. "You can't have me thrown out of my own house!"
Matthew made a noise that resembled a snort. "But it's not your house, sweetheart," he reminded her snidely. "The condo technically belongs to the business. The fact that you've chosen to use it for your little love nest whenever you feel the urge - which is pretty fucking often, according to all the reports I've received - doesn't make it half yours. Neither does the fact that you've seen fit to leave more and more of your things here. So get yourself dressed - fast - and get the hell out so I can get some sleep. And that goes double for you, jackass," he told Jesse, pointing a threatening finger at the trainer.
Jesse, to his credit, had begun to dress the moment he'd recognized Matthew, and was even now shoving his feet into his Nikes. "Mr. - Mr. Bennett," he stammered. "I - I'm sorry as hell about this, really I am. And - and I wouldn't blame you in the least if you punched my lights out right about now. In fact, I probably deserve it. So go ahead - do your worst."
Matthew regarded Jesse with undisguised distaste. "Yeah, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?" he taunted. "You'd like it if I roughed you up a little, left a few bruises, maybe even a broken rib or two. That way you could sue me for assault, maybe come out of this fiasco with a nice settlement." He shook his head. "Forget it. As I just mentioned, I'm a pretty smart guy, way too smart to fall for a set up like that. And at this point, as sick as I feel, I'm way more likely to barf all over you than I am to land a punch or two. But mostly, I just don't care enough, Jesse. It really doesn't bother me all that much that I just caught you in the act with my wife. It does bother me, however, that now I'm going to have to replace that bed. I liked that bed, damn it."
Jesse stared at Matthew in disbelief. "You - you're just going to let me off the hook that easy? Just let me walk out of here like nothing ever happened?"
Matthew gave the much younger man an evil grin. "Oh, I didn't say that, Lover Boy," he drawled. "But there are far more effective methods of getting revenge than physical violence. I figure all it will take is a quick phone call to the owner of the club, and you'll be out on your tight cheeked ass. Especially if Ian Gregson also calls, as he's been threatening to do ever since you stupidly propositioned his new wife. You might be interested to know that I was the one who convinced him to keep it under wraps. But no longer, Jesse. Did I mention how much I like this bed? Or used to like it, I should say."
Jesse looked sick to his stomach, as though he'd suddenly contracted the same nasty flu bug that Matthew had been fighting off all morning. Wisely, though, he chose not to make matters worse by arguing his case, and merely strode out of the bedroom as though the place was on fire. Moments later the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed through the spacious condo, and Matthew turned to face his wife, wondering with a rather devious sense of satisfaction how the hell she thought she was going to charm her way out of this mess.
He held up a hand to forestall whatever lame-ass excuse had been about to pass through her lying mouth. The very same mouth that had more than likely been wrapped around Jesse's cock less than an hour ago, the same one that had without question given dozens of different men a very eager blow job over the past few years.