Naturally, Addison timed it perfectly so that when Preston checked his phone, she was peering at him through the partially open blinds in her father’s office. The small jolt he exhibited when his phone had first vibrated was adorable, but then to see him read the message and fumble his device in his hands, only for it to tumble to the ground was a priceless sight. Addison couldn’t hold back her laughter, which only grew louder when he threw himself atop the smartphone.<br/><br/>Preston’s reply came seconds later, his shaky thumbs no doubt causing the slight delay. Addison smirked down at her phone when it vibrated, thumbing through to the new message like it was second nature. Which, it was. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she watched him squirm in his seat, waiting for a reply. With a perked brow, she wrote out a reply, then snapped a selfie. It wouldn’t be fun to continue with the charade of being some creeper stalker.<br/><br/>This way, she could mess with him at work, and he would know exactly who was to blame.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">1 New Message: From Unknown Number</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><br/>
Oh, I saw it all! I think I felt a little something too.</span> <br/>
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</div></div><br/>Addison sent the text, then immediately stood up from her father’s comfortable chair. She walked across his office and opened the door, then leaned against the doorway. Her left hand held onto her phone, while her right hand was wedged against her waist. When Preston would receive his text, she predicted that he would also look up to the last place he saw her. When his wide eyes found her, she was ready. Her hand left her hip to offer a little wave in his direction.<br/><br/>A moment later, she strutted from her dad’s office and made her way to Preston’s open desk area. There was nowhere to really lean, so she perched herself on the edge of his desk, one long leg folded over the other and causing her thighs to squeeze together. “Surprised?” She questioned, but didn’t wait for an answer. Her smirk was too wide to hide in that moment.<br/><br/>“My dad went out to tour a new site location or something. He said we could order lunch.” She twisted her body so that her ass was pointed directly at Preston, making a slight show out of fishing the golden credit card from her back pocket. Once she freed it and showed it to Preston, Addison’s features took on an entirely new, mischievous look. “I guess I could pay for yours too. But, I mean, then you’d owe me.” She said those last two words slowly, locking her gaze onto his and making sure he knew that there was some serious gravity to it.