Behind Closed Doors.

{I accidentally deleted the alert so I have to reply to this first }

Sam seemed to hesitate for a moment even when Matt gave the go ahead, her eyes flickering down to his chest for a moment. She knew to do as Matt said but still, she wasn't all too sure where the line would be with him. What would be too much for Matt and what would be too little? This was about finding a fine balance to Sam, she wanted to impress him without going too far, without taking the control that she was sure fueled Matt more than anything else. Men of power, they were all the same. They craved power almost more than anything else out there.

Her eyes widened as she pushed Matt's boxers down his thighs. Her lips parted as she let out a breathy moan, running her tongue over her bottom lip. "So big..." she trailed off, her eyes drifting back up to meet Matt's gaze. She smirked, leaning forward as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. Taking more of him into her mouth, Sam moved slowly for a few before she steadily picked up her pace. She was getting sloppier, her hand following her movements so that he was never left without contact. Sam's eyes stayed trained on Matt's even as she gagged on him, her eyes watering as she moaned around him.

Matt smirked slightly when he noticed the expression on Sam's face as she pushed his boxers down. It was rare that a woman wasn't at least surprised at his size and that sort of reaction always served to boost his ego to a slightly more than healthy level. When she finally leaned forward to take the tip of his dick into her mouth, Matt let his hand drift down to Sam's head, tangling his fingers into her hair. He didn't pull hard, just enough so that he could control her movements if need be. He wanted Sam to be the one to do most of the word since she'd initiated, but she took things in a direction or at a pace that Matt didn't care for, he wouldn't hesitate to take control.

After a few minutes of letting Sam do as she pleased, Matt pushed her away. He was certainly enjoying himself but now he wanted a different prize, namely, the one between her legs. "Stand up," Matt said gruffly. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed." Once Sam had done as she was told, Matt stepped forward, running his hand over her ass. He gave it a sharp slap, the sound it made sending even more blood rushing south. He didn't even bother to actually remove her underwear, only shoving them to the side before he pushed into her.

He wasn't as rough as he usually was as he started to thrust, wanting to give Sam a chance to adjust. But this would only happen this first time. Next he wouldn't be quite so courteous.

Sam relaxed her body with ease when Matt's fingers entangled in her hair. She had been expecting for him to take control so she eased up slightly, offering the control to him without a second thought. That was usually how these things went so when Matt didn't immediately start fucking her mouth, Sam focused her attention on him while keep herself as relaxed as she could. She was anticipating Matt taking that control any moment. Pulling away from Matt when he gave her a light push, Sam moaned as a string of saliva stretched between them.

She looked up to Matt with a little smirk as she wiped it away, giving him a nod of her head. Sam stood, moving to her hands and knees on the mattress. Moaning as Matt slapped her ass, Sam let out a sharp gasp as he pressed into her. She dropped her head forward, her forehead resting against her arm. It wasn't often that Sam let herself enjoy her work but then, it wasn't often that she was with someone of Matt's size.

"Fuck," Sam whined, rolling her hips against Matt's. She pressed back against him, her eyes rolling back. "Matt. Fuck," Sam breathed, tightening around him. As much as Sam was enjoying this, she kept her hands rooted in place beside her head. Her fingers grasped at the sheets beneath her, soft moans of pleasure falling from her lips. "Please."

Matt was pleased with the reactions he was getting from Sam. He'd always gotten a certain sort of pride from pleasing the women he brought to bed. He never had time for anything beyond a sexual relationship so he wanted to make sure it was damn good. And most of the women he hired from the escort service didn't seem to know what it was like to sleep with a man who actually cared if they got off, too. Of course, Matt looked out for his own pleasure first and foremost, but he wanted to make sure whatever woman he was with was satisfied.

Matt kept one hand on Sam's hips, the other going to her hair. Once again he tangled a fist into her hair, pulling hard enough to force her chin up but not enough to strain her neck. He started to thrust a bit harder, slipping his free hand inbetween her legs, rubbing at her clit. He knew he wouldn't be able to get her to finish before he did but he could at least get her to a point where he could finish her off quickly with his hand or his mouth. Unlike most of the other men he dealt with during the course of his business, most of whom bought their female company just like he did, Matt didn't at all mind performing oral sex. The girls went down on him, the least he could do was return the favor.

It didn't take much longer for Matt to reach his orgasm. He pulled out of Sam, using his hand to finish himself off onto her back. He took a few seconds to catch his breath, keeping Sam on her hands and knees. He couldn't exactly have her turn over and get cum all over his sheets, so he would have to settle for this position. Hopefully it wouldn't take long to push Sam over the edge. Leaning down, Matt once again gripped Sam's hips, pressing his face between her legs and running his tongue along her slit.

Sam's breathe caught in the back of her throat as Matt's finger brushed across her clit. Her eyes fluttered shut, her toes curling as she pressed back against Matt. Arching her back, Sam moaned out as Matt slammed into her. "F-Fuck. God," she breathed out, bracing herself for anything Matt wanted to give her. Her moans only grew louder with each thrust and for once, the noises weren't faked in any sense of the word. She wasn't used to someone she was with being able to please her or even caring enough to so she was completely thrown off of her instincts.

"S-So good. Please," Sam's last word came out as a whimper, dropping her head forward as Matt's thrusts started to grow sloppier than they had been. That seemed to tip her back into what she was here for. Sam rolled her hips against Matt's, tightening around his length. "Cum for me. Matt, please," she gasped, her eyes widening as a few moments later, Matt's grip tightened and he held her in place as he came. Sam let out a shaky breathe, her head dropping forward. Her chest heaved with each breathe that she took, resisting the urge to drop forward. She didn't want to get Matt's sheets dirty and she was sure that was why Matt's hands never quite left her skin.

Lost in her own thoughts, Sam didn't realize Matt was moving about until his tongue pressed against her slit. Sam let out a small yelp as she jerked, her eyes flying open as confusion washed over her. She bit her bottom lip, trying too damn hard to hold back the moan that was threatening to spill out of her. "M-Matt," she choked, instinctively making to pull away from him. "You don't.. fuck," Sam let out a suppressed moan, digging her fingers into the sheet beneath her. "You don't have to," she finally forced the words, giving a weak shake of her head.

"Hush," Matt said. This might be a business relationship but that didn't mean he had to be selfish. Sam would likely be here for a while, the least he could do was make things pleasurable for her. When he was finally sure that Sam had finished, Matt moved away from her, reaching down to pick his boxers up from the floor. "Stay there, I'll go get you something to clean up with," he said, tugging the boxers on. He went into his bathroom and grabbed the hand towel from the ring next to the sink, taking it out to Sam. It wasn't necessarily dirty but it could stand to be washed so Matt didn't mind letting her use it.

"Here." He pressed the hand towel into Sam's hand, sitting down on the edge of his bed. Once she had cleaned herself up, Matt spoke again. "You can go now," he said. "You can do a little more exploring if you want but I'm going to head to bed. Breakfast is usually served around eight and you're more than welcome to join me but if not, the kitchen staff can make you something whenever you wake up." He watched Sam as she got dressed, offering her a slight smile as she left the bedroom. He was sure she found this whole situation a little strange but that was just the way it was. Even though this was a business relationship, Matt had essentially hired Sam to be his girlfriend of sorts and he was going to make sure she was comfortable while she was in his home.

If anything, Matt was a man of routine. He was up the next morning at his usual time, taking a quick shower and getting dressed before headed downstairs to the dining room. He wasn't sure if Sam would be joining him so he decided to wait for just a few minutes before he had the staff serve breakfast. In the meantime, he sipped at his glass of orange juice, going over his emails as he figured out the business that needed to be done today.

Sam opened her mouth to protest when Matt told her to be quiet, only to let out a breathless moan in place of the words that were on her mind. Hanging her head, Sam dug her fingers into the sheet beneath her knees. It wasn't long before she let out a sharp cry, her legs shaking as an orgasm washed over her. She let out an agreeable noise when Matt told her to stay still, knowing damn well that if she tried to stand with the way her legs were shaking, that she wouldn't get very far to begin with.

Looking up when Matt reappeared, Sam whispered a 'thank you' as she reached out to take it from him. She cleaned herself up quickly, nodding when Matt spoke again. She pushed to her feet, pulling her clothes on hurriedly. It seemed that Matt was finished with her company and she wasn't about to overstay her welcome. Matt seemed kind enough and she certainly didn't want to push him to a point where he wouldn't be - she had her sneaking suspicions of what he may be into and she wasn't keen on finding out too many details about his line of work.

Setting the alarm on her phone for 6:30 the next morning, Sam was up quickly and off to take a shower. Dressing and doing her makeup took nearly an hour but the moment that she had finished, Sam started for the bedroom door. Matt had offered for her to join him for breakfast and she wasn't going to say no - if he was offering, then he must want her there. And who was she to tell Matt no?

Clearing her throat as she stepped into the dining room, Sam offered a soft smile as she moved to the only other set place - beside Matt at the head of the table. "Good morning," she greeted him quietly. "I hope you slept well," she said, looking up when when a woman appeared, quietly asking what she would like to drink. She hesitated for a moment before answering, "apple juice, please."

The kitchen staff had just started on breakfast when Matt heard Sam clearing her throat. He offered her a polite smile as she came over to sit next to him, motioning one of the staff over to get Sam something to drink. "I slept very well, thank you," Matt answered. He smirked slightly. "Like a baby. By the way, don't be afraid to ask the staff for anything. I'm sure I mentioned it before but while you're living here, they're just as much your staff as they are mine. I'm paying them to take care of you, so take advantage of it." It wasn't much longer before breakfast was finally being served and Matt only had a member of the staff bring him a cup of coffee before he dismissed them. He preferred that they not linger in the kitchen while he ate; Matt normally ate alone unless he was currently employing an escort such as Sam.

"I'll probably be out most of the day," Matt announced, looking over at Sam. "I've just got a little work to do but I should be back by dinner. As I said before, feel free to explore a little, get used to the house. There's a pool and hot tub out back if you want to swim. The staff usually doesn't serve lunch like they do breakfast or dinner but if you get hungry just ask and they'll make you something." Matt opened one of the smaller drawers in the kitchen and pulled out a pen and a pad of sticky notes. He jotted down his cell number on one and handed it to Sam. "This is my number," he explained. "You can put it in your phone if you want, just make sure it doesn't get out. If you need anything while I'm out, just shoot me a text. If it's an emergency, you can call."

Matt offered Sam a smile before he left the house. He wasn't really sure what she would do to entertain herself while he was gone, just as he'd never been sure what any of the other girls did. But he couldn't sit around his house all day. Not today, anyway. He had work that needed to be taken care of. The drive to where he was meeting the others was a somewhat lengthy one; Matt preferred to do his work away from prying ears and eyes. And over the years he'd grown rather good at being secretive. It was one of the many skills taught to him by his predecessor.

Sam's face scrunched a bit at Matt's description of the staff. She ahdn't had much interaction with them at all... but the one that had brought out her juice and the one she'd passed in the hallway on the way down to the kitchen had seemed pleasant enough. Sam almost thought enough to ask, or at least express her confusion but she decided against it. Who was she to tell Matt no? Or that maybe there was a better way to approach a situation? She was no one. Breakfast was relatively quiet and since Matt didn't seem all that keen on starting up a discussion, Sam didn't offer too much.

It wasn't long before Matt had left the house and after a bit of deliberation, Sam realized she should probably head back to her apartment. Asking the first housekeeper that she stumbled upon, Sam was pointed toward the garage and there, she found several cars. Her eyes lingered on a few of them before she ultimately settled on the least expensive looking car. Sam was a safe driver but still, God forbid something happened.. Sam wasn't so sure she wanted to find out what would happen to her if she wrecked one of Matt's cars.

Sam didn't linger at her apartment, she grabbed a few of her books and her sketch pad. She was sure that Matt wouldn't really mind if she left his home during the day but she didn't want to stay out longer than she needed to. She was basically on call to Matt, being this far away from his home wasn't the best approach. Chewing on the inside of her lip, Sam started back toward his home. She was quick to carry her things up to her room, deciding to settle into the book hse had started reading a few weeks ago. She didn't normally get a whole lot of time to read so why shouldn't she take advantage of the time that she had while here?

[this was so terrible, I'm sorry ]

Matt knew almost as soon as Sam left his house. His line of work understandably led to a little paranoia and so he'd long taken measures to make his home as secure as possible, including an alarm that was sent to his phone each time the front gate was opened for any reason. He wasn't surprised that she'd left almost as soon as he'd left her alone, nor did he really care. She was free to come and go as she pleased and he didn't expect her to stay at his house twenty-four-seven just because she was working for him. She had an apartment to go back to if she wanted while he was out doing his work. And judging by the second alarm that came through to his phone not long after he'd arrived at his destination, Sam hadn't stayed out long anyway.

It was late evening when Matt finally got home. The smells coming from the kitchen told him the staff had thankfully already started on dinner, which he was told would be finished shortly. In the meantime, Matt decided he would go upstairs to the master bedroom and change and settle down before dinner. The staff would come and find him when the food was ready. And now that Sam was here, they would know to fetch her, too. A short twenty-five minutes later, Matt was seated in his normal spot at the head of the table, looking at a delicious plate of shrimp scampi. He absolutely loved seafood and it was served quite often, so he always hoped whatever girl he'd hired liked it as well. He usually didn't change his menu for whatever girl was there unless she was allergic.

When Sam was finally shown to the dining room, Matt looked up at her with a slight smirk. "Nice of you to join me," he said teasingly. He gestured to a nearby seat, where Sam's plate was already waiting. "Take a seat. I hope you like shrimp."

{won't be as bad as that time I played Matt and you played Zacky in rules soo it's okay)

Sam had read nearly half of her book by the time a knock came at her door and she jolted, her head snapping up as she was dragged back to reality. Glancing down at the page she was on, Sam was quick to jump up and scurry over to the bedroom door. She pulled it open, peaking out of the room. The maid smiled a bit shyly and told her that dinner would be served in twenty minutes - if she wanted to ready herself. Sam thanked the woman before closing the door, frowning slightly as she looked around the room. She knew that Matt was presenting it as that she had an option to go down to dinner but she damn well knew that she didn't. How would it present if she decided not to go down to eat with Matt? She certainly didn't want to risk upsetting him, both because it seemed like this had the potential to be a nice arrangement for her and in part because she still had no way of knowing that Matt would never lay a hand on her. Not in that sort of manner though - he wouldn't come upstairs and smack her because she hadn't gone downstairs.

Since they hadn't gone to a special dinner and as far as she knew, it was only going to be the two of them, Sam opted for a black maxi dress that had large, colorful roses on it. It had a low back and it hugged her curved in all the right places so she thought that it would still give off the alluring feel that she had all but perfected over the past few years.

A blush crept onto her features as she stepped into the dining room, glancing down to her dress. Sam smoothed the material down, taking her seat as she eyed the food set out for her. It looked delicious and it smelled equally so. Clearing her throat, Sam looked up, nodding a bit too eagerly. "It smells delicious," she commented, reaching to take a bite. She swallowed, taking a sip of her wine before looking back up to Matt with a gentle smile. "I think your chef deserves a raise," she teased softly, inching forward slightly so that she didn't have to lean forward so much.

Not quite sure what else to do, Sam knew that she didn't want an awkward silence to stretch between them. "How was your day?" She asked quietly, raising an eyebrow.

[you keep bringing that up, why ]

Matt was more than used to eating alone, so he didn't mind the silence that stretched between the two of them. Even when he had girls living with him, they usually tended to opt out of attending dinner. So the simple fact of Sam's presence was enough for him. He wasn't expecting to have to make conversation but again, he didn't mind. "As interesting as a day of work could be," Matt answered. He normally kept answers about his work vague and none of the girls had ever questioned it. Of course, he had a cover business he used if anybody ever pushed the matter, but they never did. Somehow they just knew that it wasn't any of their business.

Matt twirled a bit of pasta around his fork, stabbing a piece of shrimp before putting it into his mouth. "What about you, Sam?" he asked, swallowing his food. "How did you manage to keep yourself occupied all day while I was out?" He knew she hadn't stayed at the house all day. They never did. She'd likely gone back to her home or apartment and then only come back here when she knew he would be home soon. Not that he really cared. As long as Sam was here when he needed her, he didn't care what she did in the interim.

And even if he knew, Matt wanted to hear it from Sam. Even if this wasn't a relationship, sometimes it was nice to pretend and so he wanted Sam to tell him about her day instead of just assuming. "I'll probably go for a run after dinner," Matt said, taking a sip of his wine. "You're welcome to join me if you want. Or you can stay behind."

{think it's become habit at this point }

Sam wasn't about to ask Matt what he did for a living. While she had no real clue, she had a feeling that it was probably something that she didn't want to know about. If he was able to afford her being a live in, on call girl... he obviously made a fair amount of money. And she'd met people that were involved in darker fields, to say the least, Matt made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It was a feeling that she was used to so she didn't think all that much about it. She offered a polite laugh when Matt answered her question, not sure what else to say so she busied herself with enjoying the food set out in front of her.

Looking up from her plate when Matt spoke again, Sam flashed the smallest of smiles. "I.. uh," she paused, long enough to clear her throat, "went to my apartment to grab a few things before I came back here. I wasn't sure when you would want me around. I know you said that as long as I'm here before you get back.." she trailed off, giving a onesided shrug. "I didn't want to risk it," she explained lowly. She hoped it didn't sound as if she was questioning him or something but it was too long to take back.

Even before Matt was finishing his offer, Sam found herself nodding her head. It was only an offer, not a demand, but Sam still didn't feel like it was acceptable to decline Matt's offer. "That sounds lovely, yeah. I'd like to come," Sam agreed, taking the last bite of her pasta. Since she'd just agreed to go on a run, Sam didn't particularly feel like finishing her wine. Reaching out, Sam plucked the untouched glass of water from the table and took a healthy sip of it.

"Do you always go on a run at the end of the day? Do you have other workout equipment here then?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. She liked the idea of it - being able to workout whenever she wanted.

Matt wasn't too surprised when Sam agreed to come along on his run with him. He always gave his girls the choice when he invited them along to do something with him but like Sam, they normally agreed. He was sure they did this because they assumed this was what he wanted them to say but in all honesty, he didn't care. Most of the time he didn't mind the company but he didn't hire these girls on to control their every move. "Most nights, yeah," Matt answered. "But I also have a workout room downstairs. You really think I got to look like this just by running?" he added, smirking at Sam. "You're more than welcome to use the work out room, too. I know it can get pretty boring while I'm at work."

Finishing off his dinner, Matt rose to his feet, taking his plate over to the sink and setting it inside. His cleaning staff would wash whatever dishes he and Sam dirtied tomorrow, so there was no need for him to rinse the plate. Turning back to Sam, he smiled. "I'm going to go upstairs and change into my running clothes. You should go ahead and change too if you still want to come along. Don't worry about rinsing your dishes, the staff will handle it later." With that, Matt turned and headed upstairs to his room. He didn't rush in changing clothes; they still had a solid hour of daylight left and even if they were out at dusk, the vast majority of people wouldn't dare approach Matt with any ill intentions. Even if it weren't for his intimidating stature, Matt had a reputation and always carried a weapon.

"Samantha." Matt called out her name as he headed back downstairs. "Are you ready to go?"

Sam couldn't help the laugh that sounded from her lips as she gave a shake of her head. She wasn't the least bit surprised by his cocky comment but still, she gave a soft laugh anyway. She grinned, giving a nod of her head. "I didn't think that, no, but I guess I thought that you would have a membership at a fancy gym or something, I guess..." she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. She hoped her comment hadn't offended him but she was going to leave it alone, unless Matt decided to bring it back up. "I'll check out your gym tomorrow, probably."

It somehow felt wrong to Sam to leave her dirty dishes in the sink but she did it anyway, as per Matt's directions. She cleared her throat, heading to her room to get changed. She pulled her hair back in a pony tail just as she left her room, carrying her shoes over her shoulder. Sam didn't want to drag dirt around Matt's home.

Greeting Matt with a bright smile, Sam dropped her shoes in front of her so that she could put them on. She followed Matt outside, deciding to leave her ipod at home. She figured that she could always bring it on later runs if Matt brought his along. Not everyone wanted to talk to during a run or a workout in general.

Matt took Sam's smile as a sign that she was ready to leave, so he grabbed his keys from the hook and headed outside, punching in the code to arm the alarm before he closed and locked the door. He slipped into the driver's side of the SUV, waiting for Sam to climb in as well before he started off for the trail. "I usually run two or three miles, I hope that's alright," Matt said. He locked the SUV and stuffed the keys into his pocket. "But you don't have to run with me the entire time. I'll give you the keys if you want to come back to the SUV at any point."

Matt normally ran with his iPod but since Sam was running with him and didn't have her own iPod, he decided to forgo his this time. Next time he would have to suggest she bring hers along. Matt started off at a leisurely pace along the trail, making sure that Sam was behind him. He eventually settled into a pace where he and Sam were jogging side by side, quickly falling into the lull of running. But that wasn't to say he wasn't alert and as he sometimes tended to do, he reached back to quickly make sure his pistol was still tucked into the waistband of his exercise shorts.

[sorry this is so short, I kind of had a brain fart ]

{tbh it could be so much shorter, it's fine happens to us all}

All of this felt strange to Sam, to be going out with Matt for a simple run. Where there were no expectations other than to accompany Matt on his outting. She wasn't used to such a.. Sam's lips pursed together as she tried to find the right word for it. She didn't want to say laid back because she didn't think that was the right sort of one but relaxed didn't seem right either. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, deciding that it didn't really matter ultimately.

Falling into an easy pace with Matt, Sam found that she was actually enjoying herself. This was such a normal task that she was nearly able to forget the arrangement between the two of them, instead letting the sound of their feet hitting the pavement relax her. Sam couldn't help the little grin that grew on her features as they ran, deciding that she would start a little competition between her and Matt without saying anything. Sam quickened her pace, waiting until she was a few feet in front of Matt before she glanced back at him.

"That are you have?" Sam teased, raising an eyebrow before she turned back around and forced her feet to carry her forward.

It was almost easy enough to forget that Sam was even there as they continued down the trail and if it weren't for the repetitious sounds of her feet hitting the ground, Matt actually might have. But the sound of her feet hitting the pavement was enough to keep him at least subconsciously aware of her presence. When Sam started to run ahead of him, Matt could only grin. "Are you sure you want to challenge me, Samantha?" Matt asked, smirking. He picked up his pace, easily overtaking Sam. He turned around to face her, running backwards for a moment before he gave her a wink and turned back around, taking off at a full run. He ran until he reached the end of the trail, stopping to catch his breath while he waited for Sam to catch up.

"That all you have?" Matt asked teasingly, shooting Sam's taunt from earlier back at her. He straightened all the way to his full height, reaching up to swipe a bit of sweat from his forehead. "Come on, it's time to go home. We can walk back." Matt didn't like to be out too long after dark. He was more vulnerable then, especially when he had a girl with him. And he didn't want Sam to have any chance to figure out what he did for a living. It was best that she thought he was just some weird rich guy who couldn't be bothered to find a girlfriend the regular way.

Sam had no doubt that Matt would be able to outrun her but she thought it would be a cute little way to give his ego a boost; it certainly wouldn't hurt. It would serve to keep Matt appeased with her, or so she hoped. She still pouted as she caught up to Matt's still form. Her eyes narrowed playfully as she set a hand on her side. "You... you cheated!" She accused, pointing a finger at him. "I don't know how you managed to but I'm positive you did!"

She couldn't help but let out a laugh as she started to follow Matt back the way that they had just come. "So, have you always been into working out or..?" Sam didn't really know where to start but she felt like it was best to fill that awkward silence that was threatening to stretch between them. "Sometimes I miss the days when I was younger... when you didn't have to watch what you eat or to work out to keep your figure in tact. Y'know?"

"Don't blame me because you can't keep up," Matt said, smirking at Sam. He gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before they started back up the trail, this time at a much more leisurely pace. Matt was fine with the silence that fell over them as they made their way back down the trail but it seemed that Sam was not. Matt didn't mind the conversation but he was reminded why he generally didn't bring anyone along when he went for a run. Talking required a level of mental energy that he wasn't prepared to dish out while he was running.

"Since I was a teenager, I guess," Matt finally answered, giving his shoulders a lazy shrug. "I was kind of scrawny when I was younger and I got made fun of for it and got sick of it. So I started running and working out. And the fact that I hit a major growth spurt when I was thirteen didn't hurt things. People didn't make fun of me anymore. And by that point I liked working out and staying fit, so I kept it up." He nodded along to Samantha's comments about keeping her figure in tact. He liked to keep himself in shape as well, although for entirely different reasons. Keeping up his exercise regiment helped him keep up his intimidating figure, which in turned help to keep people afraid of him.

"Once we get home, I'll probably take a shower and head to bed," Matt announced, sliding into the driver's seat. "I've got an early morning tomorrow. But you're welcome to stay up as late as you want."