Addison smirked at Preston’s declaration that he had learned a new skill. “Is it, now?” She teased. At this point it may have been harder for her to stop herself from teasing him, so she figured she would just do it. “We might just have to put that to the test, then.”<br/><br/>When she mentioned the subject of payment, Addison had intended to tease him again, but this time Preston put that to the test. He set one hot dog down and grabbed hold of her, his hand at the dip of her back, fingers widely splayed as he pressed her body against himself.<br/><br/>She gasped faintly, the surprise evident on her face. Her free hand hooked around Preston, clinging onto the back of his shoulders with one hand, while her curves pressed flush against him. He captured her lips at the tail end of her gasp and seized them fully against his own.<br/><br/>Addison whimpered tantalizingly against his mouth, kissing him with matched fervency. The thought of being seen by fellow employees or worse, her father, had not so much as crossed her mind. Much less did she notice the poor hot dog vendor, who suddenly busied himself with sorting ketchup and mustard packets into two little heaping piles.<br/><br/>When he pulled away, Preston thanked her for her help. He didn’t need to specify exactly what he meant, she knew precisely what he was referring to. She licked her own lips in turn, grinning and perhaps even blushing just ever so faintly. “You’re welcome,” she murmured in response to the ketchup taste. He mentioned thanking her for lunch later, which made Addison grin.<br/><br/>“Promise?”