Letting himself into Luke’s office as soon as he left Mary at her desk, Preston looked around and decided he could get very used to this lifestyle.  Luke’s office was spacious, not quite to Mr. Marino’s office but close, with a large desk, several filing cabinets and a laptop station, all new and state of the art.  The real star of the show though, at least to anyone in his profession, was the very new, very shiny, and very expensive drawing table given a position of prominence right in the center of the room.<br/><br/>Grinning gleefully, Preston ran his fingers over it for a moment, just enjoying being in there before finally giving into temptation and powering it up.  Sitting in the stool set there for just such a purpose, Preston was playing with features and menus, different drawing tools and such until he completely lost track of time. Indeed, his coffee still sat forgotten on the desk and it was only the entrance of someone in the doorway that finally snapped him out of it.<br/><br/>Turning in the stool, Preston smiled a little cautiously at the sight of Addison standing there, until her words took care of any worry that she might have reconsidered some of the things said last night.  Coming to face her fully Preston watched very intently as she strutted her way closer and closer, that knot of desire in his stomach already starting to form.  “Well, I have your dad to thank for letting me in here.  But yeah, it IS pretty cutthroat.”  He replied, watching her long jean covered legs drawing closer.<br/><br/>Half perched on the stool, Preston nodded slowly.  “That list is getting longer and longer.  We might have to start writing them down or something.”  He grinned, thinking that checking them off would be a pretty good something too.  “Well, it did take me a little longer to fall asleep than usual.  Something must have….kept me up for a while.”<br/><br/>Standing from the stool, which only brought his body even closer to Addison’s, Preston half nodded at the seat he had just left.  “Did you want to try it out?” He asked, his voice low across the mere few inches between them.  “Or was there something else I could do for you this morning?”