Free Czech Mate by Sloane Taylor

baby. You’re gonna love this.” He patted her rather large rear end. “And I can’t wait to watch.”
    Her over-made orange mouth formed into a pout. “Hilda is not positive she will want to share you, my robust Herr Claymore.”
    Tomas shook his head and was disgusted by the latest clientele drawn to his beloved hotel. His brow furrowed. Claymore . The name had a distinct familiarity, yet he could not force his mind to recall where he had heard it before.
    “You just leave everything to ol’ Brad.” The short man puffed out his chest. “I know what’s best for all my girls.”
    The heavy potato sausage and fried sauerkraut Tomas had eaten for lunch backed up his throat. He stared at the small man in the bright red jacket with his face buried in the garish female’s abundant cleavage. This is the boor Lacey planned to share the week with? A wave of shame washed over him at how he had once thought her nothing better than a prostitute. Now he pitied her for her poor choice in men.
    “Gimme Lacey Blake’s room number.” Claymore sucked on a cheap cigar and squinted his beady eyes, then blew thick smoke across the counter. “And make it fast. She’s expecting us.”
    Tomas waved away the vile stench as a whirlwind of ideas on how to remove these people from the hotel before she returned exploded in his mind.
    “We have no one by that name at this hotel.” Tomas flicked a fallen ash from his no longer pristine black marble. “Perhaps you have mistaken the property.”
    “Don’t gimme any of that, buddy. I made the reservation and bought the broad the airline ticket. She can’t be anywhere but here.” He took another puff on the foul-smelling cheroot. “Now walk your pinkies over those keys and look her up.”
    “Let us leave, Liebschen ,” Hilda whined in a heavy German accent. “I do not like this place.”
    “Yeah, well, you just hang tight, baby. Our stiff buddy here is gonna make this all be okay.” With one hand, he hooked the cigar at Tomas, while his other slid under the Hun’s short leather skirt. “And if I can’t get this clown to cooperate, then there’s always the manager to roust his lazy ass.”
    “Ooh, Liebling , I like that.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around Claymore’s neck.
    “Ha, you’ll like fingers even better when Lacey uses hers on you. She’s the best, goes along with whatever I want. Trust me.” He shoved the woman away and laid both arms across the counter. Gray smoke curled around his unshaven face. “Now have I made my point, pal, or do we need a honcho to take you in hand?”
    Heat blazed up Tomas’ neck.
    “I do not know what more we can provide for you. This person is not a paying guest at our hotel.” At least he told the almost truth. Lacey was a guest, just not paying with money.
    Whack.
    Claymore’s fat little hand slammed onto the desktop. The silver bell bounced to the floor.
    “I wanna speak to the manager. Right now .”
    “I do not think Mr. Petrovič is in the hotel at the moment, but perhaps you would like to wait in the lounge while I check.” Tomas glanced to the front door and groaned.
    “Good afternoon, Tomas. Has the mail arrived?” Dragan wrinkled his nose at the foul odor and nodded toward the strange couple.
    “Hey, it’s Lurch.” The small man laughed as he tipped his head dangerously back to look up. “Where’s the rest of the Addams family?”
    The woman inched away from the oaf and smoothed a hand over her rumpled clothes. In a quick movement, she sidestepped closer to Dragan who edged around to the end of the desk.
    “Hey, big guy, you the boss here?”

    “I am the owner.” Kristus, I hope you do not intend to book in. “Is there something we may help you with?”
    “Yeah. First, I want this idiot raked over the coals for being useless, then I want you to tell Lacey Blake that Brad Claymore’s here and to hustle her sweet ass. We got stuff to do.” He dropped his half-chewed cigar onto the marble floor and