Madeline felt Calhoun's finger touch the top button of her dress. She didn't dare to look away from him as Calhoun continued to hold her gaze. Her breath was getting shallower by every second that passed in between them. Just the action of him pulling out the lace from her collar had made her sit still without any movement.
She didn't understand why she didn't resist him—not pushing him away but her eyes anxiously looking at Calhoun. Not that it would work if she tried. Calhoun always got his way around her, and resistance towards him was futile. Her senses were sharp, that tried to take in every single move he made on her. She could feel the pressure of his two fingers that fell on her skin as he made his way towards the button. As if playing and testing her to see if she would stop him but Madeline didn't.
