CHAPTER ELEVEN
Swoon was the only word Keira could think of to describe what had just happened. Cristiano had literally made her weak at the knees. She flushed with embarrassment, not just because of her swooning, but because of the fact it had happened when she was sweaty, flustered, and angry.
Cristiano bent forward, hand outstretched to help her back to standing. She took it, feeling a spark of electricity race through her body as he used his honed muscles to pull her up. She ended up stopping a mere inch from him. The air conditioning blasted on them. It felt like a scene from a romance movie.
“Is it hot out?” Cristiano asked, his dark eyes burning into her.
“Very,” Keira replied in a whisper, feeling dumb. She hoped it excused her disheveled appearance.
“Shall I take that for you
