Ironically, the very tent that Preston had been relieved to hide while they sat at the table was the very thing Addison had been wondering about after making her fairly obscene confession. Though it may have sounded like little more than another flirtatious tease, there was certainly more truth to it than Preston likely realized, at the moment.<br/><br/>When she coyly commented about Preston calling her hot, he revealed that he was pretty certain she knew as much to be true. Addison smirked and shrugged a shoulder, not really giving anything away, one way or the other. She picked up her slice of pizza with two hands, handling it carefully, as she took bite after bite.<br/><br/>After her remarks about him not being so bad himself, she wrapped her lips deliberately around the straw provided with her shake and sipped so hard, it caused her cheeks to hollow out. When her sip was finished, she licked her lips, collecting a bit of excess chocolate shake. “You’re welcome,” she chirped back after he thanked her.<br/><br/>He grinned at her follow-up question, but revealed what he thought just the same. Addison continued tearing bites out of her pizza slice as he expounded. He thought she was trouble, he assumed she was used to getting her way and he believed she wasn’t shy about going after the things she wanted. And apparently she had good taste in guys. That made her chuckle, a grin of her own appearing all at once.<br/><br/>She gave him an innocent look when he turned the tables on her, as it were. “So you’re telling me what to do now, are you?” Her brows perked as she set her pizza slice down and grabbed a napkin, dabbing the grease away from her fingers and lips for a moment, avoiding his gaze. She then looked pointedly at him and tilted her head just a bit, coy smirk still present. “Why do I get the impression that you’d secretly love that?” She asked, rhetorically.<br/><br/>Addison brought her milkshake straw to her lips again, pursed them together a little more than necessary and took a pointed sip. “Ahh,” she let out her sigh of contentment after swallowing the sip and set the cup down again. “I think you’re sexually repressed and pent up and in desperate need of some action.” She smiled at him, “I’m a little surprised that you haven’t tried to jump my bones yet.” Her brows perked. “And like I said before, you’re not so bad.”<br/><br/>She shrugged again, offering that sentiment in as nonchalant a way as possible, as she went back to eating her pizza, until she finished it. “You ready?” She stood from her seat and picked up her plate, wiping a napkin over her mouth and hands once more, before walking her items to the closest receptacle and tossing it all away. “We do have a meeting at 1,” she reminded him, acting like the responsible one for a change, as her tongue stuck out to catch the straw of her shake.