Preston considered what Addison was saying, and decided in the long run that it probably made sense.  Here was Preston, who loved what he did, and h e was not sure he ever really wanted to run or own a business like her Dad did, so what would it be like if you were not really interested? On top of that, what if it had been something you had heard about all your life, and were expected to take over, no questions asked.  He could just imagine the kind of tension that could cause between them, and knowing Mr. Marino only as well as he did, Preston couldn’t imagine him dealing with it well.<br/><br/>“Well, he can’t force you to be into it I guess.”  Preston replied vaguely, looking into Addison’s eyes in time to catch her glancing between his legs.  “Not that a little forcing can’t go a long way, it does have to be for something you have a least a little passion about.” He smirked.  He knew one thing that Addison seemed to be very passionate about, and thankfully it was one that he shared as well.  Not that you could hardly go and make a living out of it.<br/><br/>Her next question caught him completely off guard, and Preston did not even bother trying to hold back his laugh.  “Me?  God no.”  He chuckled.  “Even if I was in line for the job, I don’t want it.  For one, I don’t think I am good with telling people what to do, and secondly I was terrible at my business classes.  You, on the other hand, seem pretty good at getting what you want.  I am not sure it’s a terrible idea to turn that into a career skill.  Assuming you had someone around to help with, you know., the hard stuff.”  He continued, shaking his head as she considered that her father might be madder at her than him.<br/><br/>“And not likely.  He might be upset that you were doing the distracting at work, but it would definitely be me who got it for bending the boss's daughter over his desk.”  Preston said with a naughty wink.