Haze by Andrea Wolfe (best motivational books for students txt) 📕

kind of sleepy—and craving other things pretty seriously now as well. Midnight was fast approaching, which meant it was nearly three in the morning in New York. I felt weird letting sexual urges get in the way when I was sitting here with a genuinely talented celebrity I admired, one who already felt like a real friend of mine.

"That seems okay. Will Stacy care?" I couldn't give up without a tiny fight, even if I actually wanted to lose it.

"Probably not."

She returned seconds later, just missing the conclusion of our very-interesting discussion. "Stace, I think we're going to head out soon. Is that all right with you?"

"Yeah. It's hard to stay out late anymore. I'm getting old, I guess." She gave us both a wry smile.

"Just wait until you're my age," Jack said.

"What, next year?" she asked. "Will it really be that much different than now?"

"I guess not." He smiled. "It was really nice to see you."

"Same," she said. "Nice meeting you, Effie."

My whole feeling star struck thing returned, the ugly monster that it was. "Yeah, you're great… to meet." I mumbled, feeling silly.

She seemed to ignore my slip up. "Shoot me an email sometime, if you want. It's just stacy dot levins at gmail dot com."

"It's that simple?" I asked. "Do you ever get unsolicited emails from fans?"

"No one ever guesses it because it's that simple." She put her sunglasses back into place, completing the minimal disguise. "They probably think my email address is at hollywood dot com or something."

I laughed harder than was probably expected of me, but I couldn't help it. "Or bigstar dot com," I added. Stacy laughed and it reminded me of that fact that I was joking around with a person who I had spent hours upon hours watching on my TV and computer screens. I felt so small yet so thankful.

"We can walk you out of here," Jack said.

She nodded graciously. "Oh, shit. I almost forgot. Do you guys want to come to a party tomorrow? It's all industry people and it sounds really boring if I'm going to be there alone. My agent wants me to make an appearance. Semi-formal kind of thing. It's at this guy's super-nice house. Mostly Hollywood people."

"What do you say, Effie?" Jack's expression seemed to imply that he already knew my answer.

I wasn't about to not jump on the possibility of spending more time with Stacy—and it only took me about a second to realize that. "Let's do it."

"Okay, cool," she said, her expression brightening. It appeared that our interest had legitimately improved her mood. "I'll text you the address tomorrow, Jack. It's in Beverly Hills."

"No problem." Jack straightened out his collar before continuing. "I've got to meet a couple of people in the morning and then we're free." Stacy nodded to acknowledge him.

We walked out of that busy bar together, the night just beginning for most of the crowd. The summer air was so warm and smooth, not muggy and humid like I was used to back home. Stacy snuck away toward a car that was parked in the back of lot while Jack attempted to hail us a cab. "I don't like to do the limo thing if we're going to be out late. I give 'em a break sometimes."

"You don't need to justify it," I said. "You don't have to cart me around in a limo all the time. Cars are okay too."

"I feel like I should, though." He gave me a wicked smile. "Plus, we can get away with a lot more in the back of a limo than in a cab."

"Or we can just wait until we get home," I said, hinting that maybe I was a bit too tired for both limo sex and sex in the room.

"Yeah, or that," he said.

***

I almost dozed off in his arms on the way back; the sleepiness ended as soon as we pulled into the hotel. The nightclub was wild. It was hard to tell if the sounds of the nightclub would creep into our room or not.

"Do you want to go in there?" Jack asked pointing tentatively at Teddy's. Even though he knew I was tired, I appreciated that he was giving me the opportunity.

"Not tonight. Unless you're prepared to face indecent exposure charges." I kissed his cheek, lightly running my tongue along his freshly formed stubble. I didn't really want to mess around anymore. I needed him inside me—now. We had a tacit understanding of what needed to happen next.

This whole trip thus far had culminated in these feelings that were really overpowering me. We strolled into the hotel together, desperately prodding at the elevator button to try to get it to close once we were inside. As soon as it did, Jack's hands were hiking up my skirt and rubbing circles against the most sensitive part of me as he shoved me against the elevator wall.

"God," I moaned, my moans filling the elevator as it starting rising. I had never done anything like this before, and it was thrilling in its own way. He kissed me and stripped away my ability to speak another real word.

I guess this was just his way of proving that he meant what he said...

Was he about to fuck me here? There was nothing I could do to stop him if that was his intent.

I was so dangerously wet already, my panties soaking up the moisture like a sponge. He was nuzzling the tops of my breasts, his chin pulling down my blouse.

Right when I thought it would go one step further, the elevator dinged and the door opened. We both turned around abruptly. Fortunately, the hall was empty.

"C'mon."

He pulled me into the hall and we giddily sprinted to the room, his hand fumbling in his pocket for the room key. After unlocking, the door swung open, revealing our paradise, the place reserved for just us. Our making out continued as we stumbled into the room.

His erection felt fuller and thicker than it ever