Addison’s wicked little grin remained when Preston snorted and laughed at her prediction that he was pent up and sexually repressed. He didn’t say he wasn’t, she noticed. But, he did specify that either way, he wouldn’t go after his boss’s daughter and risk losing his job. “Right, because Deborah in HR is doing so much for your tent pitching abilities.” She remarked, snidely.<br/><br/>Whether he admitted it or not, Addison knew that Preston had been thinking about it. She knew as much because she was the one who had planted those seeds in his precious little mind. Deciding not to dwell on the matter of Preston’s sexual repression, she reminded him that it was time to head out. Preston’s sarcastic reply made her smirk at him, before giving him a stink face.<br/><br/>He got up, tossed out his garbage, then led the way back. She grinned when she noticed that he blocked the button panel on the elevator, not allowing her a chance to press the stop button this time. They reached their floor and stepped out of the elevator, Preston with a purpose to his step, apparently. He claimed he had some things to get ready before the meeting.<br/><br/>“Oh, really?” She questioned, her tone dripping with sexual undertones. Preston carried on, mentioning that the meeting wouldn’t be super exciting and he wasn’t sure if her dad had returned yet or not. Addison blinked at Preston, wondering if this was really how he planned to end their first day together. He thanked her for lunch and essentially shooed her off.<br/><br/>“Yeah, sure thing.” She responded, sounding more than a little dejected as she stepped away. Addison returned to her father’s office, deciding that she was done for the day. She wrote him a note, knowing he’d appreciate it more than a text message because he was such an old fashioned guy, and then made her way out, shutting his door behind her and not bothering to look back at anyone before she left.