25 MarianneMarianne’s cheeks burned. The skin on her face had to be flaming red.
Beads of sweat dripped off her cheekbones. She felt some splash onto the bare shoulder skin beside the turquoise straps on her black workout top.
Knees bent with her feet and her butt on the floor, she stretched her arms out sideways along the black leather seat topping the white metal weight bench behind her.
The skin on her forearms glistened and the cotton undies beneath her Lycra tights were damp.
Her first two sets of barbell hip thrusts had taken more out of her than she expected. Only one week without training and she’d lost muscle tone.
Luckily, she’d be able to reverse her decline.
Her new job didn’t start for another fifteen days. She’d spend that time building up her stamina.
After the inaugu
