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  Sideswiping Mr. Lane

  Fielding-Stone Gallery Series Book One

  Loni Ree

  Sideswiping Mr. Lane

  Fielding-Stone Gallery Series Book One

  Copyright © 2019 by Loni Ree

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  About the Author

  Also by Loni Ree

  Chapter One

  Trevor

  "Please, get Clayton Stone for me now."

  The blonde airhead puts her hands on her hips and glares at me, but I ignore her ire and glare right back. "Sir, I've been trying to tell you that he is not available."

  When she rolls her eyes, I place my hands on the counter and take a few deep breaths to calm my intense anger. "He's available for me…" A look of relief crosses the girl's face, and I hear heels clicking on the marble floor behind me.

  "Mr. Lane, may I help you?" I look over my shoulder, and behind me stands the gallery manager. Her artfully applied makeup and stylish hairdo do little to disguise the cold, selfish personality.

  "Melissa, I have a matter to discuss with Clayton Stone," I inform her.

  "Well, follow me to my office, and we can discuss it there." She turns and begins to walk toward the back of the gallery, but I stop her.

  "I have nothing to discuss with you. Please, get Clayton Stone for me." After folding my arms over my chest, I stare at Melissa and wait for her to follow my orders.

  Her eyes narrow and her nose flares, but she shrugs her shoulders before responding. "I'll see if Mr. Stone can be interrupted to speak with you."

  After she walks off down one of the back hallways, I follow her and stand to wait for Clayton to appear. I'm not there for more than a few minutes before Clayton walks around the corner wearing a black paint-splattered terry cloth robe.

  After taking in his appearance, from his tousled brown hair to the bare feet sticking out the bottom of his robe, I roll my eyes. It appears I interrupted some sort of interlude. "Sorry to break up whatever you're doing. My car was damaged in your parking lot last night, and I need the surveillance video immediately."

  "First of all, you interrupted my Saturday morning painting class. I'm sorry your car was damaged, but it'll be Monday before I can have my security guy pull the video." As he's talking, I hear footsteps behind me, and I turn and see a tiny blonde walking toward us. The feeling of rightness goes through me; she smiles at me, and all other thoughts and worries disappear. My cock grows hard, and I have to fight the urge to grab her and run. As she slowly walks toward us, I greedily soak in her gorgeous body, from her golden blonde hair pinned haphazardly on the top of her head down to dainty feet with their light pink painted nails. Her heart-shaped face and wide, cornflower blue eyes make for the perfect girl next door look that sends an arrow straight through my heart and blood flowing to my dick.

  The barracuda who never left the hall suddenly barks at her, "What are you doing out here?"

  Her smile drops, and her gorgeous face turns red as she stammers out an apology. "I'm so sorry, I was looking for the restroom."

  An intense need to defend her shoots through me, and I growl at Melissa. "Don't you have something else to do besides bugging the fuck out me." Melissa's mouth falls open in shock, and Clayton tries hard to hold the laughter behind a cough. The gorgeous girl looks shocked at my outburst.

  Clayton turns to her and points at the door at the end of the hall. "Cassidy, it’s the last door on the left." As she turns and walks away, thoughts of my damaged car flee my mind and are replaced with visions of blonde hair and big blue eyes glazed in passion as I fuck the hell out of her. My cock jumps in my pants, and I try to trap the groan in the back of my throat.

  "I can't believe you let him talk to me like that in front of clients." Melissa is arguing with Clayton behind me, but I am more worried about my girl. At least, her nasal-sounding whine shrinks my hungry dick.

  "You should be nicer to people. Just because you're my sister, doesn't mean you can act like a bitch," Clayton tells her before she stomps away.

  "Trevor, about your car…" He turns to me after Melissa has flounced away, but my car is insignificant now that I've seen her.

  "Just get back to me as soon as you can. Now, who’s that girl?" I demand as I turn and walk toward the restroom door she disappeared into.

  "Oh, no, friend, Cassidy is a student. If you want to go there, you’re on your own. Now, I have to get back to my class. I'll have Grayson pull the video on Monday and contact you," he calls over his shoulder as he walks away.

  After waiting a couple of minutes, I'm about to go into the restroom and get her when the door opens, and Cassidy walks out. She stops and stares at the sight of me leaning up against the wall facing the bathroom door. "Um, hi. Sorry you had to wait for the bathroom."

  As she tries to rush around me with her head down, I catch her arm and say, "I was waiting to talk to you. Would you have dinner with me tonight?"

  Her startled eyes meet mine, and she blushes brightly. "Dinner?" She looks around the hall as if she's shocked I'm talking to her.

  "The meal in the evening," I tease and laugh. "What time can I pick you up?" I insist before she can come up with an excuse.

  "I don't even know you." She's biting her plump lip, and my dick goes hard in my pants again.

  "That's what dinner is for. My name is Trevor, and I'm an attorney. The rest, you can find out at dinner," I negotiate.

  "My name is Cassidy, and I'm a college student. I'll tell you the rest at dinner. Where can I meet you?" She hesitantly agrees, and I hate that I can't pick her up, but at least she agreed to dinner. We agree to meet at the J&A Grill, which happens to be my brother's restaurant, and I head to my office for a day of catch-up. The day is a total loss due to thoughts of Cassidy. I call myself an idiot for walking away this morning and not demanding we spend the day together. Worry that she won't show up tonight is continually in the back of my mind, and I resolve to find out all I can about her tonight so I don't have these concerns in the future.

  Cassie

  What the hell just happened? Saturday art class with my twin, Calista, suddenly turned into a date with the hottest guy I've ever seen. I went looking for the bathroom and found a six-foot-five, muscle-bound, gravely-voiced hottie who wants to take me out. When I saw him standing in the hall, I almost turned and ran from the intense look in his deep brown eyes. When he barked at that bitch to defend me, I nearly creamed my panties. Game over. I'm in love.

  After class, my typical weekend day at the Johnsons' house for their Saturday errands and then Mr. Lane's to deliver his groceries and dry cleaning is going to be rushed. Hopefully, Mr. Lane hasn't le
ft a long list of demands so I’ll have time to shower and prepare for my date with Mr. Hottie.

  The two-hour art class drags on forever, and I can't wait for it to end. I barely get any painting done, and Callie keeps looking at my canvas and at me with questions in her eyes. When Clayton finally signals the end of class, I start cleaning my station frantically and packing my things.

  "Damn, I don't think I have ever seen you move so fast." Callie laughs as I throw my things in my sack.

  "I have a hot date tonight." I barely take the time to zip the top before I sprint for the door.

  "Wait, wait, wait. Why didn't you tell me about this date before now?" She tries to keep up as I zoom past the front desk and out into the parking lot.

  "I just met him when I went to the bathroom." I throw my bag in the backseat of my car and try to get in, but Callie grabs my arm.

  "Stop a second. You are going on a date with a strange man you met in the bathroom?" Her eyes are pinched, and my older by-two-minutes sister is already worked up.

  "He's a friend of Clayton Stone’s. They were talking in the hall, and he asked me on a date. Don't go all overprotective. I'll call you tomorrow and tell you all about it. Love you." I kiss her on the cheek and escape before she can demand any more information that I don't have time to give. After seeing her standing in the parking lot with her hands on her hips in the rearview mirror, I mentally prepare myself for the coming storm.

  Luckily, the Johnsons only require a small grocery list this week, and they’ve been on vacation so there is no dry cleaning to pick up. I buzz through their house and head straight to Mr. Lane's penthouse. I often wonder what Mr. Lane looks like. I've yet to run into my employer of over two years. After two years of collecting his custom suits from the dry cleaners and putting away his organic groceries, I picture a rich, boring old man. His secretary is a bitch; she’s always so snotty when I pick up my checks. Every Saturday, I do my job exactly as he expects, and then I leave before he gets home.

  When I get to Mr. Lane's, the feeling that something is off hits me, but I put the groceries on the counter and take the suits back to the bedroom. As I walk out of the closet, a scream bursts from me when a naked man walks out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel.

  He spins toward me, and I get the shock of my life. Trevor drops the towel and stalks to the dresser, taking out a pair of briefs and pulling them on. "What the hell?" I stutter out.

  "That's what I want to know. How the hell did you end up in my apartment, Cassidy?" He looks more confused than angry.

  This whole situation is unbelievable. "You're Mr. Lane! Oh my God. I deliver your groceries and dry cleaning every Saturday." As I sit slowly on the edge of his bed without even thinking about what I'm doing, thoughts of his huge dick hanging halfway down to his knees keep chasing everything else from my mind, and my body displays my arousal for him to see. While a blush covers my whole body, my nipples harden and poke at the material of my thin tank top, and my damp panties cling to my lower lips. Trying to control my erratic breathing is a lost cause. I wish he would put more on than the briefs so I could concentrate on this conversation and get some control of my aroused body.

  "Cassie Landon, I presume," he says as he holds out his hand for me to shake. When our palms meet, electricity flows all the way through my body, and I wonder if he feels the same sensation. My eyes linger on the large bulge tenting his black briefs, and he smirks when I finally raise my eyes to his.

  He has to lean down to hear the words as I manage to squeak them past my dry throat. “Yes. Why don't I go put away your groceries so you can finish dressing?" As I'm walking toward the door, he places a hand on my shoulder to stop me.

  "Don't leave. I'll be right out to finish our talk." After smiling in reply to his demand, I rush to the kitchen to do my job. Before he has time to reappear, I stick my head in the freezer, hoping the cold will help bring my overheated sex-drive under control.

  A few minutes later, the hairs on my neck rise, and a shiver runs through me before I turn to find him leaning up against the breakfast bar. He walks closer and says, "It's hard to believe you have been inside my apartment every Saturday for a couple of years, and we've never met until today."

  "I always assumed you were some old man," I blurt out before my brain can stop my mouth. Overactive sexual desire has stolen my ability to filter my thoughts before speaking.

  His eyes widen slightly before he laughs and runs a finger down my nose. "I may have to punish you for calling me an old man." Another rush of moisture soaks my panties, and I try to adjust them discreetly.

  After winking at me, he takes my hand and pulls me toward the living room. I tug slightly on his palm to interrupt our progress. "I need to run home and shower before our date."

  He looks over his shoulder and smiles. "You're already here and look great. No need to leave."

  "But…" I begin, but he puts a finger over my mouth and shushes me.

  "Have a seat while I get you something to drink." He gently pushes me down on the plush cream leather sofa and walks back toward the kitchen. While he's gone, I spend the time looking around the gorgeous room. One side is all windows overlooking the city, and the other contains a fireplace with a large television mounted above the mantle. The cream overstuffed leather furniture makes the room masculine but homey at the same time. A few minutes later, he returns with a glass of wine for me and a mixed drink for himself.

  Chapter Two

  Trevor

  She fell right into my lap, and I plan on keeping her. After trying for a few hours to work with no results, I said fuck it and came home to get ready for my date. Imagine my surprise when my dream girl walks right out of my closet. The irony is, she's been in my home every Saturday for the last two years. I've been too busy to notice, but that shit stops today.

  "Why don't we get to know each other a little, and then we can stop by your place on the way out for you to change?" I hand her a glass of wine and sit next to her on the sofa. My fucking cock is about to burst through my pants, and I adjust the fucker for some relief. When she kept staring at my erection earlier, I almost said, "Fuck it," and threw her on the bed so I could show her how much I want her. Knowing she also feels this intense desire thrills me, but my plans to take her out are killing my hungry dick. Her delicate scent surrounds us, and the urge to strip her gorgeous body and fuck the hell out of her courses through me.

  While waiting for her to respond, I lightly caress the smooth skin of her shoulder, and a small tremor moves through her body. "What would you like to know?" she croaks out after clearing her throat.

  "What are you studying in college?" I keep up the light touches and set our glasses on the table so I can take her hand.

  "Uh, I'm taking, uh, Business Management," she stutters out as I rub the back of her knuckles. Her breathing is fast and shallow, and I have to shift my position to keep from cutting off circulation to my engorged dick.

  I lean over and softly kiss her ear. "Great field."

  "Um," she half-hums, half-replies and turns toward me. After taking her face between my hands, I place my mouth on her sweet lips and thrust my tongue between them for my first taste. When she moans softly, my control shatters. I stand abruptly and look down at her startled face.

  "We need to leave before I lose my head and fuck you before dinner. I prefer my dessert after my meal.” I wink and pull a stunned Cassie up behind me. Cassie asks for a few minutes to freshen up in the bathroom before we leave, and I use the time to adjust my cock and try to bring it under control until we get back here later.

  As she shyly walks toward me, I fight the urge to throw her over my shoulder and carry her off to my bed. I grab her hand and lead her out of the apartment while I'm able to control myself. When we get to the garage, I help her into my SUV, and after she gives me her address, we head to her apartment on the way to the restaurant.

  I insist on going into her apartment and waiting while she changes. Using all of my willpower,
I manage to remain in her living room while she goes into her bedroom to get ready. I’m ready to barrel through her locked bedroom door and forget about our dinner plans. Once she's ready, I take her to my brother's place for dinner. J&A Grill is packed, as usual, and I hold Cassie close to my side as we make our way into the restaurant.

  "Well, little brother, who do we have here?" Jeremy walks up behind us and grabs me around the shoulders.

  "Jeremy, this is Cassie." I warn the asshole with my eyes that this is not a girl to fuck with before I turn back to my sweetheart.

  "Baby, this is my brother, Jeremy. He owns this place." Both Cassie and Jeremy look shocked at my endearment.

  "Nice to meet you." Cassie extends her hand toward my asshole brother, but he raises his eyebrows at me when I don't let her out of my hold completely.

  "You too, Cassie. I hope you enjoy your dinner. I'll talk to you later, Trevor." He walks away, and I rub my middle finger on the side of my head when he looks back. We are seated soon after, and I forget all about my annoying brother. The rest of dinner passes in a haze, and the night comes to an end too quickly.

  After paying the bill, I realize I didn't taste a single bite of my meal. My thoughts were so consumed with Cassie and my raging hard-on that nothing else penetrated my mind. "How about we go back to my place and continue our date?" I nuzzle the side of her neck as we are waiting for my car.

  "I don't usually go home with men on the first date." She looks up at me shyly, and the thought of her with other men causes a growl to burst from my throat.