40 MarianneMarianne’s lavender workout top was soaked with sweat. Her hair was a damp, tangled mess. The muscles in her lower body were in pain.
Thursday was leg-and-glute day and Hulk’s additions to her program were killer.
And they included no hands-on coaching. He hadn’t touched her since Monday’s wall push.
As if he could peer right into her dirty mind, he gave her an encouraging shoulder pat.
Grinning, he added, “Great job.”
She tried to dial down her response.
But she felt a gigantic beaming smile spread across her face.
Damn the man!
She hated losing control.
Striving to shut down the goofy grin, she focused on the plan she’d made earlier.
Next week, she might have to introduce Hulk to the congressman and others attending the gala.
Hulk looked like a hard body she’d picke
