“I’m sure you will tell him what a great job I did!”  Preston called after Addison as she sashayed down the hall, his eyes invariably glued to her long, toned legs and the perfect little ass that he could still feel grinding backwards on his dick.<i>And maybe don’t mention the dry humping you made me do</i>He added mentally, shaking his head as she passed finally out of site and into the bosses office.  Taking a deep breath, he turned around to turn out the lights to the map room, making a concerted effort not to look at the shelves where the bosses daughter had just been bent over and presenting for him, and then headed back to his desk.<br/><br/>Sitting down, Preston tossed his phone onto the desk before clicking open his email.<i>Ugh, 43 unread emails.  This is what happens when I miss a morning.</i>Starting clicking through, Preston was sorting them into Good Things, Bad Things and Things He Had To Do when Mary finally ended the call she was on and turned his way.  “So, how did the tour go?” The older woman asked, a definite enjoying-his-misery grin on her face.<br/><br/>“Oh, it went great.”  Preston lied, not ready to give her the satisfaction of having been completely right about their employers daughter.  “She seems very interested in the business.  I think it is even safe to say she is an “all in” type of girl.”  He continued, giving Mary his best smile, the one that carried the bulk of his charm with it.<br/><br/>“Uh huh, sure thing, Preston.”  Mary laughed, having worked beside him long enough now to know when he was stretching the truth, almost to the breaking point this particular time.  “Well, that’s good, as you will probably be working for her in a few years.”  Enjoying the look Preston gave her at that point, Mary went back to her own screens.<br/><br/>Certainly not wanting to dwell on that, hell he didn’t want to think about the rest of the summer if Addison was really going to be around, Preston absent-mindedly picked up his phone as he heard it ding.  Seeing a text from a new number, Preston assumed it was one of the new contractors, and thumbed the text open.  Looking down at the message, it took a split second for the words to sink in before Preston started so violently that his phone flew from his hand and banged off his desk before hitting the floor.<br/><br/>Looking down at the same time as Mary did, as the phone landed between them, Preston practically leaped from his desk to get the phone, almost like he was throwing his body on a live grenade.  Which, in a way, he sort of was.  Grabbing up the phone, Preston was white as a sheet as he looked around the office, wondering who had sent that!  He had everyone’s number saved, didn’t he?  No one else had been there to see, right?  Glaring around the office, Preston finally turned his attention back to his phone.  Now what did he do?  Thinking for a second, he finally opened the text once again and replied.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">1 New Message: From Preston Chadwick</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><br/>
I don’t know what you think you saw, or who you are!</span>​</div>