ADDICTED

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JAMES

After watching Leah sashay her ass into the store, I sat in the car for a few minutes. I checked my email, people watched, and thought about the gala before my mind turned to her again.

The urge to seek out her presence was swift and hard to ignore. Being around brought parts of me I forgot I had—arguably some of the better parts, at that. It was hard not to want to be around her.

Why wouldn't she want me to join her in the store, anyway? Didn't most women enjoy having someone around to give them feedback and compliments?

I had no doubt that every word from my mouth would be in compliment of her. She looked stunning in everything.

At last, I couldn't stand to be away from her by longer. I cut the ignition, hobbled around to the trunk to fetch my crutches, and limped toward the store. My body was stiff and weak, but it felt good to move.

An employee opened the door as I approached, smiling brightly at me.

"Good afternoon," she greeted. Her eyes flickered down to my sides. "Need a hand?"

"A new pair of legs would be nice," I said as I breezed past her into the store.

My eyes scanned the space for Leah's blonde head, but she was nowhere to be found. I assumed she was already in the dressing room then.

Turning back to the saleswoman, I said, "I believe my girlfriend just came in. Do you know where I might find her?"

"Oh, yes," she said. "A lady did come in a few moments ago. She's trying some things on at the moment . . . I'm afraid there's no waiting space back there."

I inhaled deeply and looked around the store. "Very well," I muttered. "I want to surprise her with something nice. We have an important event in a few days and I would like to make it special for her."

The woman brightened. "Of course! Do you have something specific in mind?"

"Not at all. What would be something you'd want to receive?"

Tapping her chin, she glanced about the store. "I think I might have an idea. Come with me."

We walked to the corner of the boutique dedicated to beauty products. I didn't know what half of the damn things even were or why Leah would want them.

"Is she having her makeup and hair professionally done?" asked the saleswoman.

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Well, she might enjoy having those things done for her. You can sign her up for an appointment with our sister salon for the day of the gala."

I had no idea whether Leah would like this kind of gift, but I assumed she could cancel the appointment if she didn't. As much as I wanted her to be with me that entire day, she deserved a break from all my demands.

I bought the most expensive package for her, which included a massage, facial, and nail grooming.

Once that was settled, I walked over to the dressing rooms. I took one peek into the red-carpeted area and halted.