Laying in bed, Preston still felt a little floaty from the after work drinks and the success which had ended his day.  Flicking through option after option on his tablet, Preston was not sure at all what to watch when his phone pinged letting him know he had an incoming text.  Rolling over with a slight groan, Preston reached out for where his phone rested on his nightstand, picking it off the charger and bringing it to his eyes.<br/><br/>Seeing the name on the notification, part of him was tempted to leave the text unread, but only for a second before his curiosity overcame him.  As he thumbed open his phone, two more texts came in in rapid succession.   Reading the first text, Preston felt his heart suddenly double it's beat count, but before he could decide how to respond to that, a picture loaded that had him barking out a laugh.  Thinking for a second, but not REALLY thinking, Preston replied.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“That is a nice pussy you have got there.   I have to admit that it is darker than I would have guessed…”</span>​</div><br/>Grinning to himself at his response, Preston sat back against the pillows, as he pondered Addison’s last line.  So, she knew about his design?  Did that mean her Dad told her, or did they often talk about work.  It made sense he would want to know how her first day went, although that detail seemed pretty particular to Preston.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Thanks!  It’s a great opportunity.  Hey, sorry if I was a little abrupt this pm.  I was nervous about the meeting.” </span>​</div>