Free Czech Mate by Sloane Taylor Page B

arms and waggled his fat fingers. “I got a great surprise for you.”
    “No.” She held up her hand, palm out. “Stay where you are. I don’t need any more of your weird crap to screw up my life.”
    “But this is the best. You’re gonna love it.” He twisted and waved to a mammoth woman who was examining her fingernails as if they were the eighth wonder of the modern world. “C’mere, Hilda. It’s time to get it on.”
    Lacey’s jaw dropped as the tacky babe strolled over. Her wide ass swayed and her unharnessed boobs bounced with each plop of her cheap wedgies.
    “You want me to fuck this Gretel girl?” She’d rather have a pitchfork up her crotch. Her head ached and the room began to spin. Brad had never suggested anything like this in their brief history. Dress up was what he needed, his fetish. When had she become a bottom feeder? “Are you crazy? ”
    Dragan laid a hand on Brad’s rounded shoulder. “Mr. Claymore, you and the ladies need to discuss your sexual preferences in a less public area. Perhaps the library would be a better location.”
    “Huh? Yeah, sure.” Brad slung one arm around Hilda and reached for Lacey with the other, but stopped mid-action. He narrowed his eyes and glared at Dragan. “I thought you said this broad wasn’t a guest in your joint.”
    “You have altered my words. I said the lady received a message and decided not to check in. I did not tell you Ms. Blake left.” Dragan cocked an eyebrow and took one step forward as if ready to throw the bastard out on his flabby ass if necessary.
    Brad swung his head from Dragan to Lacey, then back to Dragan. A saliva string slid down the corner of his mouth as his blubbery lips twisted into a leer. “I get it, big boy. You want my hot little toy here all for yourself. That could be arranged. For a price.”
    Dragan worked his jaw and moved his clenched fist. Lacey grabbed his arm.
    “No, let me.” She turned back to Brad. A swell of independence rushed through her veins.
    Crunch!
    Brad teetered backward into Hilda.
    Lacey smiled at Dragan. “An uppercut to the jaw is always best.”

Chapter Eleven
    “I wish to speak with you.”
    A growl sounded in her ear. Apparently, His Royal Stiffness thought the other two people on the elevator were invisible, even when the woman glared at him. The door swooshed open. He latched onto her elbow and all but yanked her down the long hallway toward their suite.
    “You don’t have to abuse me.” She jerked away and was pissed he had the audacity to play caveman. Maybe Serbian women liked that kind of treatment, but she’d dip herself in dog shit if another person thought he could muscle her again. “What the hell are you so jacked about? I’m the one who was insulted.”
    He opened their door and paraded through. After she entered, he slammed the heavy panel and the walls shook.
    This guy is really over the top .
    She deposited her now unwanted figurine and purse on the hall table, then tossed her jacket onto a stool and faced him.
    “Now look, you, don’t go getting all royal and hoity.” She took a backward step and bumped into a wooden chair arm. “I’m the aggrieved party here.”
    “Cease talking.”
    His barked command set her teeth on edge.
    “I am not going to play nice any longer, buster.” She fisted her hands on her hips and wished the damned chair would quit making love to her ass. “Be decent or just get the hell out of here.”
    “These, my sexually overt young lover, are my apartments and I do not ‘get out.’” He crossed his arms over his puffed out chest. “Explain yourself and that man .”
    Lord, how she wanted to scream, “Kiss my ass, you big prick,” but the controlled fury on his face held her tongue.
    “I no longer react to intimidation.”
    Honza and her dumb predictions flitted through her mind. Lady, you are so wrong .
    He took a step forward. If she didn’t have great bladder control, she would have peed her panties.
    “I bring you into