5: SWEET NOTHINGSVicki arrived at the office even earlier than normal on Monday morning. She had spent way too much of her Sunday closing her eyes and replaying the feel of Stepp’s hand on the backside of her jeans in Gardenia’s parking lot. A few times during her reminiscing, she would allow herself to delve into furthering the moment—Stepp would press his body against hers, trapping her against his IROC. The world would disappear as they panted, and she would feel how he just couldn’t resist her anymore, how he wanted to eat her up, how he wanted to drink her up, how he wanted to ravish all of her. And then her eyes would snap open, and she’d be looking at her boring and lonely apartment, Billy Idol’s voice floating from the 8-track player on the kitchen counter.
Vicki unlocked Stepp’s
