Haze - By Andrea Wolfe Page 0,81
it. And when we get back to the room, I'm gonna fucking prove it." Only one word describe his expression—hungry. I really don't think he could fake that expression, no matter how hard he tried.
I cleared my throat and tried to calm my frazzled nerves. "Okay," I whispered.
Jack quickly glanced around, his eyes most likely searching for Stacy. "Do you want to get going soon?"
I realized that I was 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