At Your Service: Tammer Read Online Free Page B

past year or so particularly. She felt like a single woman who’d had her social privileges suspended for life. None of her so-called friends had the same issues she did with a husband gone so much. Sure, they’d all been through deployments, but none to the extent she had. More than half the people she used to know had received orders and moved away. The rest, she guessed, grew tired of having a third wheel at their family functions and stopped inviting her after a while. And as luck would have it, Joel’s unit was filled with guys who were either single, divorced, or whose wives had opted to go home to Mommy at the first sign of being alone, the big ass sissies. When her walking partner bailed on her, Nina gave up and ordered a few pieces of exercise equipment figuring if she was going to be alone anyway, why bother going to the sidewalk. She had a standing date with her mini-gym every morning.
    Now that she was forced to think on it, Nina had no idea the last time she went shopping for pleasure or had a massage or went to a movie. She loved antique shops and used to take weekend trips to the Appalachians looking for the next great find. Had she even put a thousand miles on her car this year?
    “Nina,” Tammer said gently, reaching over the table and tilting her now bowed head. “When’s the last time you went out to do anything fun?”
    “While Joel was home over Christmas we rented a cabin up at Blowing Rock and spent the holidays there.”
    “That’s not exactly what I meant. What do you like to do?”
    “I used to like to do all sorts of things. I’m not really sure what I like to do now.”
    “Well, how about if we figure it out together.”
    “I thought Joel got you to…” Nina closed her lips tightly and peered around the side of the booth then turned back and whispered. “To service me. You sound like you’re trying to date me.”
    “A good Dom knows his sub. I can’t get to know you unless we spend time together. If we’re going to spend time together, we might as well get comfortable with it and have some fun,” Tammer said, chucking her chin. “Don’t you think?”
    He had a point.
    “Does Joel know this is part of your plan?” she asked, moving back a bit so the waitress could slide her steaming plate in front of her.
    “Yes, he knows. I won’t do anything he doesn’t know about,” he explained, popping a fat, crispy piece of okra in his mouth. “He’s aware telling me what you like and me experiencing it with you are two totally different animals. What kind of music do you like?”
    Over an hour later, they were the last people seated in the restaurant as the staff started lifting free standing chairs on the tops of tables to begin the evening cleaning.
    “I think that’s a hint,” Nina said, finishing her tea and scooting to the side of the booth where Tammer helped her to her feet.
    “I’m not normally one who has to be told twice,” he said, flipping a couple of twenties on the table and picking up their pie before waving at the waitress and leading Nina out.
    She yawned all the way home. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like she could fall asleep before midnight. After Tammer parked and took her to the door, he took her key from her and unlocked it then stood back as she stepped inside.
    “Um, Sir Tammer,” Nina said, scrunching her eyebrows today. “The bedroom is inside.”
    “Well, I’d hope so,” he answered.
    “Aren’t you coming in?”
    “Not tonight.” Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he winked at her. “Enjoy the pie. We forgot the whipped cream and I’m still too full anyway.”
    “But what about my punishment?”
    “Well, defiance, that was your punishment.”
    “Dinner? Dinner was my punishment?” Nina asked, not understanding this new Dom’s way of thinking at all. Joel would have had her on the wrong end of a cane for being mouthy and disobedient. “But there were supposed to be two.”
    “And your second one