Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

but that was the thing about me. I only loved one thing at a
time.
A smile curled my lips, and I unwrapped the pack and
stuck a cigarette in my mouth, lighting the end.
“You better have something good for me,” I said to Rika,
inhaling a puff and getting down to business. “Our little
rendezvous come with strings attached, girl.”
“Healthy relationships require a little reciprocation,” she
replied. “What I brought you last time was the motherload,
Damon. Now it’s your turn.”
I let out a little laugh, pinching the cigarette between my
thumb and finger as I took another drag. “I gave you info.”
“You gave me no proof,” she retorted.
I sucked on the cigarette again, filling my lungs with the
sweet sting and tipping my head back to blow it back out in a
stream above my head. Such a fucking little monster, that one.
“Come here,” I told her, not turning around to look at her.
Winter wasn’t the only woman in my head. This one and I
still had a score to settle, too.
I didn’t hear anything for a moment, but then I saw her
emerge from the shadows out of the corner of my eye.
But she stopped short.
“Closer,” I taunted.
Another couple of steps, and I could see blonde hair falling
down her form to my left.
But I still didn’t look at her.
“Closer.” I grinned.
Slowly, she approached, stopping just short of arm’s reach.
Picking another cigarette out of the pack, I finally turned
my head, met her eyes, and held the cigarette out to her.
She looked like she was undercover or some shit, dressed
like she was, but that was okay. I liked that our meetings were
secret. This was a part of her Michael didn’t have.