Dating?
Tiffany froze, her beautiful eyes widening in shock.
Where on earth had he gotten that idea?
Snapping back to reality, she hurriedly spoke up to clarify.
"Of course not—"
But before she could finish, a deep, amused voice cut her off.
"Fanny, the button on your waist isn't fastened."
As he spoke, Calvin strode toward her with his long legs.
Button on her waist?
She had been standing in front of three men this whole time! Startled, Tiffany immediately looked down.
She didn't even register the affectionate nickname he'd used.
Whatever she had been about to say was completely forgotten.
Sure enough, there was a hidden clasp on her side that she hadn't noticed.
Although nothing was exposed at the moment, the dress threatened to slip with any sudden movement.
A faint blush colored Tiffany's cheeks as she immediately reached to fasten it.
But Calvin was quicker.
"Let me help," he said.
