Free Czech Mate by Sloane Taylor Page A

crushed it under his scuffed brogan.
    Dragan discreetly signaled to the bellman to sweep up the mess before he turned to his desk manager.
    How in the name of Satan could Lacey ever spend time with this despicable human? He forced himself to not judge. Obviously, she had her reasons. Her worthless father came to mind, and he silently cursed the man for destroying her self-esteem.
    “Tomas, have we a Lacey Blake registered?” Tomas had the sharpness not to reveal the truth.
    “No, sir. I looked before, but I will search the computer again.” Tomas took his time as he tapped the keyboard. “I see no listing for a guest by that name, sir.”
    “Like I already told this boy, I booked us a room here a month ago and got a confirmation.” Claymore turned to the woman. “Hilda, you take a hike while I talk with these boys.”
    She let out a piercing shriek when he slapped her on the ass, then she tottered away on her clunky high heels. Dragan glanced at Tomas, who rolled his eyes.
    “Now look, boss man, this is between you, me, and the desk jockey here.” Claymore stretched taller and still did not reach Dragan’s chin. “I got a good thing about to happen here with Hilda and Lacey.” He winked slowly, as if that should mean something to the other two men. “Fellas, I’m not letting you and this overpriced hotel with your crappy computer system mess up a perfect threesome. I know the broad’s here ’cause there’s no way she had the smarts to do anything else but park her ass where I told her to.”
    Threesome?
    Ménage à trois!
    Dragan choked back the anger roiling up from his gut. Obviously Lacey had an active sex life. She was not an innocent. But to fuck this moron and whatever whore he dragged along for fun was more than Dragan could tolerate. How dare this lesser creature subject her to his whims! How dare she allow herself to be used in such a manner?
    “Don’t look so shocked, pal. Every broad is just one drink away from a threesome.” Brad puffed up his chest, and a smirk spread across his pudgy face.
    Dragan fisted his hands and forced professionalism back to the foreground.
    “Mr. Claymore, I will tell you that we did have a lady arrive several days ago who was to meet a male friend.” To even look at the grating bastard, let alone speak with him, sickened Dragan. “The lady received a message and decided not to check into our hotel.” He nodded at Tomas for confirmation and was surprised his employee’s skin had turned deathly pale.
    Dragan turned to see what had shocked Tomas, convinced Hilda had created the reaction by performing a striptease in the lobby. But luck was not on Dragan’s side this day. Lacey walked through the front door juggling a package. He coughed to divert Claymore’s attention and prayed she headed straight to the elevator.

    “Hi, guys.” Lacey waved to Dragan and that cute little Tomas, who’d turned out to be an okay guy after all. They both abruptly turned away. Miffed they ignored her, but understanding they were with a guest, she breezed past and made her way toward the elevator.
    “Hey, baby, aren’t you going to give your big bad Brad a blow job or at least a fanny tickle to welcome me?”
    She skidded to a halt. That jarring voice from her horrid past could not be real. She spun around and almost dropped the precious figurine to get smacked square on the jaw with reality. Another pound of salt thrown on my open wound of an existence .
    Dragan stared at her, his expression torn between disgust and disbelief, while Tomas’s showed pity. Both men stood frozen in time like the human mannequins she’d delighted in watching perform on the Charles Bridge. Only this time she had no enjoyment.
    Jesus Christ, this sonovabitch is going to destroy me.
    “What are you doing here?” Her voice came out in an agony filled whisper.
    Brad took a few steps closer. She backed up.
    “Hey, doll, I told you I’d be here. Now come and give me what I want.” He held out his