Across town in what was probably a far less impressive apartment, Preston was laid back in his own bed, wondering if Addison would send him another picture if he asked, and if she asked for one in return if he would send one.  He definitely felt she was in a different territory then just having fun and ratting him out to her Dad, but sending a dick pic was a crazy leap.  After all, her pics had been tame, even if the meaning behind them wasn’t.<br/><br/>Speaking of behind, Addison’s replay came pinging into his phone, causing Preston to hurriedly snatch it up and grin at its contents.<i>She really does like twisting your words</i>he thought.<i>I wonder just how twisty she gets…</i><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>LOL, that is a good point.  Ok, you were doing the working, and I was hard.  And yes, I am.</b>​</div><br/>Preston typed out and sent, before reaching beneath the sheets and grabbing his thickening and indeed hard cock while he waited.<br/><br/>Luckily, it only took a few moments for the next text, one that had Preston groaning in blue-balled need.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Ok, Addison.  When it happens, I will make sure you are the first to know.  Goodnight.</b>​</div><br/>Setting his phone on the nightstand, Preston gave his dick a few strokes, but decided to stop there.  As tempted as he was to relieve some pressure to the thought of the boss's daughter, he also loved the build up and tension.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~~~~~~~~~~​</div><br/><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fimages.squarespace-cdn.com%2Fcontent%2Fv1%2F527fea50e4b0910bac799a27%2F1493937075940-1VJ27QO9K58LATJ51LOA%2Fke17ZwdGBToddI8pDm48kMXRibDYMhUiookWqwUxEZ97gQa3H78H3Y0txjaiv_0fDoOvxcdMmMKkDsyUqMSsMWxHk725yiiHCCLfrh8O1z4YTzHvnKhyp6Da-NYroOW3ZGjoBKy3azqku80C789l0luUmcNM2NMBIHLdYyXL-Jww_XBra4mrrAHD6FMA3bNKOBm5vyMDUBjVQdcIrt03OQ%2FJoeKeery-9.jpg%3Fformat%3D2500w&amp;hash=e82039a5c6788f511eec3b423cb7265e" title="JoeKeery-9.jpg">
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</div><br/>The next morning, Preston arrived a little earlier than his usual time, carrying a large coffee and a nervous chip on his shoulder.  Torn between elation at getting the design and his nervousness not to screw it up, Preston had also taken a look at his texts from last night and wondered if he had gone WAY too far.  Well, he’d know if he was immediately fired.<br/><br/>Walking to his desk, he found Mary just sitting at hers, looking up to greet him with an expressionless look for a moment before cracking into a huge smile.<br/><br/>“Congrats on the design, Preston!  I told you that you were going to make it here!” She said, giving him a brief hug before turning and digging through her desk for a electronic card key beneath some papers.  “  Anyway, this reminds me…Gary wanted me to come in early to give you this.  It will give you access to the electronic drafting table in Luke’s office.”  She said, handing it over.  Mary had been with the company since day one, so she was the only one who used first names, this time meaning Mr. Marino and the vacationing Chief Architect, Luke Sherman.<br/><br/>“Wow, really.”  Preston asked, wide eyed.  Luke’s computer aided drafting table was a state of the art wonder that he protected like a dragon protected it's gold.  Getting the use of it, from Gary himself nonetheless, was a huge vote of confidence.<br/><br/>“I<i>told</i>you.” Mary laughed.  “So, that means you can use his office when you need, obviously.  Now get!  I’ve got things to do, and you’ve got your new toy to play with.”<br/><br/>Laughing, Preston hung his jacket over the back of his chair, no sense getting TOO familiar with Luke office, before he headed down the hall to let himself in and begin practicing with the computer table.