Addison couldn’t help raising one brow high along her forehead when Preston made his comment about what it was his father did for a living… or in general. Was he admitting that he had some daddy issues? She couldn’t really be sure where that came from. Unless he was just trying to relate to her in some way or another. Ew. She tried to keep the look of nausea off of her face, but who knew how successful that attempt actually was.<br/><br/>Preston tugged his phone free and started an order for her iced coffee. “Feel free to get something for yourself, too.” She insisted, though she hardly had any right to do so, since it wasn’t her money that was being spent - but his. Addison didn’t seem bothered, however. That was when he started talking about the supply closet and whatever fantasies he had clearly had about fucking someone inside it. Her head tilted and her lips pursed as she considered his list of cons about the tiny closet.<br/><br/>“Hm,” she seemed to ponder aloud. Instead of the closet, he suggested mapping room. Apparently it was just isolated enough that a couple could sneak inside and not really be noticed, on a typical day. “Good to know,” she murmured back, a deviant sort of smile working over her features. He was working on paying for the order when Addison walked on by, her hips swaying side to side, not unlike a pendulum, as she headed for the door in an effort to rush the tour along.<br/><br/>Despite her lack of manners, she did hold the door open for Preston. He followed her out when he was finished with the order, beginning the tour without really missing a beat. He led her around the main part of the office, providing a few morsels of comments along the way. Addison wanted to remark that she wasn’t paying him for his running commentary, but decided not to stall the boring tour any longer than it needed.<br/><br/>To his comment about who she knew, Addison rolled her eyes. “I’m sure that the people who work here know way more about me than I know about them. I know my dad’s office is like, practically filled with pictures of me and that he’s always going on and on about me to whoever will listen.” She released what sounded like a half of a chuckle in response to her own remarks.<br/><br/>Preston guided her to his desk, pointing it out specifically so that she would know where to find him. He even offered that she could stop by whenever she needed anything. “Oh, I definitely will.” She leaned over his desk and gently rapped on it once or twice, before moving on. He pointed out her father’s office and Addison did a little gesture with her hand, as if to swat a bug away. “Yep, carry on.” But, ironically, it seemed that Preston was still walking onward, on his own.<br/><br/>He pointed out the main conference room, explaining that it was where most of the meetings were held. “I never would have guessed,” she sarcastically replied. He mentioned that there was also a smaller meeting room near the front - she guessed that one was for clients or customers or whatever they called them here - and then yet another one, attached to her father’s office. “Mhm,” she responded, sounding beyond bored.<br/><br/>Addison sighed when Preston took her to two closed doors, her hand finding its way onto both knobs to try them. “Hm, locked. Smart.” She commented, without looking back at her tour guide. He carried on, mentioning the supply closet, and then the map and drawing room. They walked down the hall and he opened that last door, stepping inside to reveal that it was as he had previously described, a room filled with paper. Definitely a fire hazard, which he also thoughtfully pointed out.<br/><br/>Preston turned to face her again, reminding her that the break room was where they had begun and that was the only remaining place to really see on the tour. He mentioned they probably had a little more time before the coffee order arrived. “So, what’s your ideal position, if you were to fuck someone in here?” Addison asked, already assuming that he never did casually hook up with anyone in this room. It sounded too much like a fantasy when he described it.<br/><br/>“I mean, against the door, like…?” She trailed off, leaning against the door, her back flush against it. “Well, come here.” She insisted, reaching out for him and tugging him closer, until he would have no real choice but to essentially fall into her. She hoisted one leg up and around his waist, her hips pressing against his. “In one of these poses?” She looked at him questioningly, then shook her head. “I don’t know, standing only really works if the guy has a big dick.”<br/><br/>She lowered her leg and snaked her way out from between him and the door, then bent over in front of some of the cubby holes, where papers were stored. “Oh, but this could work, right?” She gripped the cubby furniture and arched her back, her ass on ample display. “Come on, let’s see how it feels.” She insisted, her ass wiggling temptingly as she waited for him to press against her, from behind. “I think doggy style is the way to go in here. Besides, it’s pretty much the best position.”<br/><br/>Addison seemed to have her mind made up already, but that didn’t stop her from inquiring further. “So, what position are you going for, if you ever get a chance to fuck someone in here?” She smirked, waiting.