Addison’s brows did a little wiggle waggle at Preston’s comment. She smirked, then the smirk turned into a laugh. “Oh, if only he knew what he was saying…” Her head shook in disapproval, tongue tutting for effect. Still, Preston’s words made her heart swell. He said he planned to continue doing what he’d started, over and over.<br/><br/>“Mm, you promise?” She asked with a saucy grin, licking her lips and letting her teeth catch the bottom one, it sliding out on its own gradually. Following him back to the truck, Addison let out a contented sigh. “Ready for that food now? I’m starving.” Letting herself into the passenger side, she climbed in, shut the door, and crossed one long leg over the other as she fit her seatbelt on.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--2"/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fcutewallpaper.org%2F21%2Fgia-mantegna%2F254562797213861526925329.jpg&amp;hash=7bac72eab3310748d25c75b7ee46817a" title="254562797213861526925329.jpg">
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</div>That night, Preston took Addison out to dinner at one of his favorite places. Apparently all of that talk of steak and beer really got to him, earlier. Addison convinced him to drive back to her parents house so that she could get changed into something more suitable for a steakhouse, which turned out to be a little black number that was baggy at the arms but very tight at the waist and hips. She also wore strappy sandals with a heel that made her about four inches taller.<br/><br/>When they arrived, Addison felt no need to hide while in public, unlike at the work site earlier, so she leaned against him as they waited for a booth, kissing him openly and holding his hand, even playing with his belt for a moment or two. After a ten minute wait, a hostess brought them back to a secluded booth and just as she was about to hand them their menus, Addison held up a hand to silence her.<br/><br/>“No need. We'll have two steaks and two beers.” Preston could give her his two side choices himself. “I'd like mine medium-well with a baked potato and steamed veggies.”<br/>The waitress nodded and quickly scribbled down Addison’s order, then turned to Preston for his side choices and steak preference. Once she finished getting their orders, she took a step back. “Okay, that’ll be about 30 minutes.” She then scampered away and disappeared behind the kitchen door. Addison turned to Preston and smiled, her small purse beside her on the cushioned seat.<br/><br/>“That’s a long wait… I wonder what we should do to pass the time,” she mentioned suggestively, her brows perking as if in a challenge issued to Preston. Just as she started to look around for a nearby bathroom, her bright brown eyes scanned the front of the establishment, where she saw someone familiar. “Shit!” She blurted out, ducking underneath the table itself to hide from none other than Gary Marino - her father - and Preston’s boss.<br/><br/>Gary was looking around the restaurant too and happened to notice Preston as his head turned toward his direction. Mr. Marino then muttered something to the hostess and pointed over towards Preston. Then, the worst possible thing happened. He walked over. Gary reached the table and smiled down at the kid - Preston - then knocked on his table. “Hey there, kid! Didn’t think I’d see you here. Out celebrating the praise you got today, or what?”<br/><br/>He didn’t wait for Preston’s reply, he just sat himself down across from Preston, in the spot where his own daughter had been occupying just moments ago. Addison had to scoot even closer to Preston to make sure that her dad wouldn’t feel her under the table.<i>‘Fuck!’</i>She thought to herself. Just how long was he planning to stay there?! Addison wedged herself between Preston’s legs, since that was her only option. Thank goodness the booths were huge.