Preston never even had much of a chance to think of texting Addison.  Sitting in the spacious driveway, Preston was waffling hard between going to the door and knocking, honking, or just leaving when it struck him that he had a phone right there in the console.   Just as he started to reach for the device, Preston saw the house’s front door open, but instead of Addison coming out, it was his boss, Mr. Gary Marino.<i>Oh no</i>… thought Preston, searching the man’s face in a bid to determine if he looked particularly upset.<br/><br/>Like “you’ve been fucking my daughters brains out” upset.<br/><br/><i>Did he always look this scary?!</i>Preston wondered, his mind racing so that Gary was actually AT his window before he snapped out of it enough to roll it down.  “Morning, Mr. Marino.”  Preston nodded in response.  “Yeah, I’ve got coordinates, GPS and the address just in case.  Plus, I looked the road up on Google Earth last night, just to have a rough idea.”  He continued, happy to have an extra detail to throw in there, although it was hard to tell if Gary was really paying attention or not.<i>'I do wish he wouldn’t always call me ‘kid’.'</i>Preston added mentally, about to assure Gary that he was fine with waiting for his daughter when again the conversation shifted.<br/><br/><i>‘Nope, I take it back.  I like ‘kid’ better.'</i>Preston thought as Gary asked him about his driving record, the look in the older man’s intensifying on his own.  “Oh...uh...yeah.  Perfectly clean, actually.   Not even a….oh look, here she is!”  Thankfully, Addison was not taking TOO long to get ready, and was already sauntering out of the house and towards the company Jeep.  Turning back to her Dad as she approached, Preston felt a little more comfortable knowing the grilling was likely almost over.<br/><br/>“Alrighty, sir.  We’ll plan to see you around 3pm then.  And I’ll be perfectly safe, for sure.”  As Addison climbed in, Preston made sure to NOT look at her long legs, at least until he had backed out of the driveway and onto the road.  Moving forward once again. Preston gave said legs as long a look as he dared.  Giddy from escaping the grilling, he laughed at Addison’s question.  “You could tell, huh?  Mostly it was about my driving record.  He wants to be sure I am safe with his little Princess.”  He said, embellishing a little.<br/><br/>Looking Addison up and down again, Preston grinned as he turned his attention to the road ahead, following the GPS’ directions as the woman started giving out the miles to their next turn.  “So this skirt is just for me?”  He asked, stealing another glance.  “And what about what is underneath?  That is a very sexy and short skirt.  I am surprised your Dad didn’t say anything.”