She felt as if the air was knocked out of her body when Calhoun squeezed her thigh, but that wasn't all that happened. Her stomach turned differently, and it made her curl her toes, drawing her feet closer together behind the chair while her mind was focused on Calhoun's hand.
Turning her head to look at him, Madeline whispered, "What are you doing?"
Calhoun turned to look at her with a calm expression, "Eating? It would be best if you ate too, than letting your eyes roam around the table," he took a bite from the meat, his eyes staring deep into her brown ones.
She had only made eye contact with James and Calhoun was jealous with the simple action of hers that didn't even mean anything, "Let go," she gave him a sweet smile.
