Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

It was real, and I wanted it again.
I fucking loved her.
Goddammit.
I spun around and walked past Rika, toward the elevator,
but I heard her voice behind me again.
“And Damon?” she called.
I stopped.
“When and if she comes around, take her somewhere, just
the two of you.”
What?
“It’s called a date,” she explained, “and it’s where you do
something she likes that makes her happy. You and she will
keep your clothes on for this.”
Oh, you’re funny. I shook my head, leaving her apartment
and stepping into the elevator.
I pushed the button for the lobby. “A fucking date,” I
mumbled.