Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Was Michael doing anything? Of course not.
And that was the same guy I saw dancing with her at her
engagement party, too. I finally recognized him, because he
rubbed me the wrong way then, as well.
“He’s flirting with her,” Will told Michael the same thing I
already knew.
“Does he know she’s engaged?” Banks asked.
“He was at dinner at our fucking house,” Michael growled
under his breath as he glared at the professor.
“Aw, don’t worry,” I said. “Rika can handle her own shit,
right?”
I dug out a cigarette, lighting it, a puff of smoke filtering
into the air above our heads.
“It’s kind of got me wondering, though,” I went on. “She’s
got her own money, and she can take care of herself, because
you don’t coddle her, so…why does she need you exactly?”
I narrowed my eyes on Michael, amused. He always made
Rika solve her own problems, because he didn’t see her as a
possession but rather an extension of himself.
He didn’t want a puppy. He wanted a partner.
But there comes a point when you have to defend your
house and take charge. And not just in the bedroom.
Which was all she needed him for.
I grinned. “I guess she does need to be serviced from time
to time, doesn’t she?”
He bared his teeth, grabbing the collar of my sweatshirt,
but my feet didn’t budge from the ground.
“Oh, please, go ahead,” I dared him, holding his eyes. “It
is long past due between you and me.”
He stared into my eyes, probably taking in all the people
around us, the security, the cameras, and while I didn’t give a
shit, he had a charmed life at risk now. A sports star, soon-tobe
wife, business deals in the works…