35 MarianneBoth of Hulk’s hands lifted off Marianne’s back.
Instantly, she missed his touch. She felt bereft.
“s**t,” Hulk muttered.
Shit, her brain echoed. Her pang of loss replaced by frustration.
He stepped back and cool air swirled against her bare arms.
Why had he stopped at that exact moment?
“Hello,” Hulk said tersely.
Turning, she saw he held a cellphone to his ear and his lips were moving.
After a sentence of fewer than six words, he ended the call and slipped the phone into his shorts pocket.
“Sorry,” he said. “Something’s come up. I won’t be able to finish your program with you.”
Her frustration was turning to rage. She really wanted Hulk to continue pushing on her.
Not that she’d reveal how pissed she was at having her lusty yearnings thwarted.
Keeping it light, she
