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either.” His expressions softened. After a nod toward Tammer, he smiled at Nina. “I love you. This is for the best. You might not believe that now, but before I come home, you’ll know I was right. My time’s up, I’ve got to go for now, kitten.”
    “I understand,” Nina said, her heart aching over the time restriction. “Same time next week?”
    “We’ll see,” Joel said.
    “But, Thursday…” Nina started, not understanding what had happened to her husband at all.
    “Now belongs to Tammer,” Joel explained. “I love you.”
    “I love you, too,” she whispered, running her fingertips over the screen as Joel’s image disappeared.
    “You’re going to need to put on something warmer,” Tammer said, squeezing her shoulders and turning her chair away from the monitor.
    “I have work to do,” Nina argued, setting her lips in a firm line.
    “It will wait.”
    “For what?” Nina answered, flatly.
    “Your punishment.” He ran his hands under her arms and pushed her up. “Something warmer. Go. Now. Meet me at the door in ten minutes.”
    Rolling her eyes, she stood and barely moved one foot in front of the other before Tammer started hammering her. “Hurry up, Nina. When I tell you to do something, I expect immediate results.”
    Nina’s middle finger itched to fly up and defy him, but her instincts told that finger to shut the hell up and urged her to move faster.

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    “A total stranger in charge? For the best?” Nina grumbled as she thumbed through hangars. She’d been told to dress for her punishment yet she had no idea what that was going to entail, so just how the hell was she supposed to decide what to wear for this event? Warmer wasn’t exactly sufficient description. “Some Dom.” She pursed her lips, twisted her nose up, and bobbed her head from shoulder to shoulder. “I expect immediate results,” she mocked. “A full run down of what results you want would be most helpful…” She hesitated and scrunched her eyebrows together as she pulled a pair of jeans from a shelf. “Try and flog me through these, Sir Ass .”
    “We’re at minute eleven.” Tammer’s voice reverberated through her as he spoke directly into her left ear. “And my name is not Sir Ass.”
    “Sniper,” Nina said firmly, turning and glaring at him as her heart pounded her ribs. “I’m still not certain which branch, but definitely a sniper.”
    Tammer’s gaze never wavered from hers as he reached out and grabbed a sweater from another shelf then poked it out at her. “I like this one. Now get dressed. I think my pet name for you is going to be defiance. Are you this difficult for Joel?”
    “Absolutely not,” Nina insisted. “I’m perfectly obedient to My Liege.”
    “If that were true, you’d be perfectly obedient to me since that’s what he instructed.”
    “He did no such thing.” Tugging the jeans up, Nina bounced on her toes a couple of times as the fabric eased over her hips and she slid her feet into a pair of clogs. “He said you were in charge, but the word obedient was never mentioned and everything but his three rules is negotiable between us. Thus far there have been no such negotiations.” She pulled the sweater over her head and glared at him again. “Therefore I don’t recognize your authority.”
    The look on Tammer’s face said Nina was toeing a fine line and being as she had no idea what this punishment was, she thought maybe could bend to him just a bit until she found out what kind of Dom he was. Past that there were no guarantees and being a brat was still optional.
    “Yet. I don’t recognize you as my…well, what are you going to be exactly, Sir Ass? Since you’ve already dubbed me defiance, what do I call you?”
    “Not Sir Ass, I can assure you,” Tammer said over a smirk.
    Well, he had a sense of humor and the fact he could joke about her out of line nickname spoke of a man who could go with the flow. Most likely he wouldn’t be an