Preston should have been able to one hundred percent predict Addison’s order, but his mind was fully distracted by what she had when he was ordering.  She was trying to get into his pants?  Up until this point, Preston had just been assuming that she was teasing him, using her position as the Marino’s daughter to get a rise out of him and knowing he could do nothing about it.  The prospect that she meant it, although this was just as likely another way to get to him, had him glad he was sitting down at the little table, so the tent in his pants was hidden.<br/><br/>Addison was definitely a looker, and from the level of teasing and things that she had said already, he could not help but think she was probably totally crazy in bed.<i>Fuck, this is not what I need to be thinking about</i>Preston tried to remind himself, but the vision of her kneeling for him in the elevator just came popping back up.<br/><br/>Luckily, Addison joined him with her meal just a few seconds later, and he could once again concentrate on her, with her clothes on as opposed to his imagination.  As she sat down, once again bringing up his slip in revealing she was hot after he ignored it at the counter, he swallowed a bite of pizza before replying.  “I am pretty sure you know how hot you are, Addison.”  He said, honestly, looking at her over a slice as he took another bite.  They were on a time schedule after all.  Or at least he was.  “But thanks for the compliment….I think.”<br/><br/>At her next question, Preston grinned.  “What else do I think?  Well, I already said before you are likely trouble.  And that you are hot.  Besides that, I think you are pretty used to getting what you want, so you aren’t shy about going after it.  Oh, and you have a good eye for guys.”  He laughed.<br/><br/>“Did I miss anything?  And now you know you have to say what you think about me, right?”