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me.”   January spread her legs, surprised that she didn’t need any coaxing. Ariel had a view front row and center.
    His eyes opened and he smiled at her boldness.
    January no longer wanted to wait.
    “Come on, baby,” she said, reaching for his shoulders.
    Ariel moved above her. Their eyes connected, the intensity and passion apparent.
    January gripped his shoulders.
    “Ouch.” He arched a brow, a grin on his face.
    “Sorry. I dug into your skin?”
    Ariel nodded before concentrating again on what he was doing. “You're very tight.” Sweat formed on his forehead as he began to push.
    He was going where no man had gone before. January’s anticipation grew to neediness. They were so close.
    She saw that he was trying to be careful.
    “I’m a virgin,” she confessed.
    Ariel suddenly paused.
    January smiled shyly. She knew it wasn’t something he’d expected.
    “Seriously?”
    “Yes,” she said, pulling him forward by the shoulders so that he’d continue.
    Instead, he did the unthinkable—he moved away.
    “Ariel.”  January was confused. She heard the panic in her voice.
    “I didn't know you were a virgin. I'm not sure I can.”
    “Of course you can.”
    He sighed. “This is a serious thing.”
    “I want to do this,” January pleaded.
    “I'm not so sure I can.” Ariel picked up his clothes and walked toward the bedroom door.
    “Ariel, come back,” she shouted after him. When she shot up, her hand slapped against the mattress and her legs moved forward to the edge of the bed.
    Ariel walked through the door, closing it behind him. He was gone. January knew he wasn't coming back.
    He’d left her behind.

 
     
    Chapter Ten
     
    This isn’t happening.
    January hung her head. Why should I feel like I’m the one who’s wrong here?
    Ariel’s reaction confused her. He’d been so hot for her, but like a turned faucet, suddenly ran cold.
    January didn’t know what to do. She still felt the heat from Ariel’s body on hers moments earlier. She felt naked, exposed, cold.
    From the beginning her emotions were opened to the CEO. She’d almost felt like she had to expose herself in order to lure out the real Ariel Cunningham. She’d wanted him in a way she had never wanted anyone else, a dull ache between her legs. I still want him . Tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
    She’d been willing to give all of herself and was shown that it wasn’t enough. Ariel's king size bed suddenly felt too large.
    Get up.
    She had to get dressed instead of sitting on his bed, waiting to do the walk of shame.
    January eased herself off the bed and slowly grabbed her clothes off the floor. She dreaded facing Ariel and was unsure where he’d gone. It would be easy for him to disappear in such a massive home. But there was no way he’d have gone out and just left her there.  He didn't seem to be that callous.
    “Ughh.”
    Don't cry .
    January didn’t want to appear vulnerable.
    She glimpsed the black cordless phone on the nightstand. Suddenly, the taxi service’s number flashed through her mind. It was one of the few numbers she knew by heart. Her dad had made her memorize it in high school.
    "In case there's an emergency," he’d said.
    This is most definitely an emergency .  January sensed that Ariel wasn’t coming back. I just won’t be able to take it .  There was no way she could sit next to him while he drove her home. It would be like another slap in the face.
    His house was on Maple Avenue. January closed her eyes and the house number popped into her mind. She’d always been good at numbers and the data entry work at Logis App Ltd. had crystalized the importance of the skill. January could look at a number once and then type it in the spread sheet without having to double-check for accuracy.
    January walked over to the nightstand and picked up the phone. She needed no small talk with Ariel. She dialed the taxi service quickly and gave the operator the address. After, she dressed.
    The phone rang,