He gets lucky

Adam reaches Isla's door. The smell of roast beef is much fainter in the servants' quarters than it had been earlier in the evening. He pauses at the door and checks his watch.

2am.

How time flies. He's been wandering around Chapman Hall for hours.

But still, 2pm. There's no way Isla would still be awake at the rate she was drinking earlier.

Gritting his teeth, Adam pushes on the door. It slowly creaks open and a thin column of light falls across the bed.

As he'd thought. Isla is flat out on her back on the bed, still wearing her green dress. She has kicked her shoes into the corner of the room. The bottle of bourbon, now empty, lies on the bed next to her.

As long as he's quiet, she'll never know. He sneaks in, shutting the door quietly behind him.

First, the panty drawer. He picks out the same tangas as last time. Then the cupboard. But this time, when he tries to open the cupboard, a box full of stationary falls out.

He watches in horror as it falls to the floor with a shockingly loud "whump!".

He cringes and waits for Isla to stir. But she remains completely oblivious.

Adam, relieved, reaches in and takes her cute nightdress from the rack. It is soft and feminine.

Score. Time to leave.

He is on his way out when a thought strikes him. He turns and looks at Isla. She lies comatose on the sheets, legs sprawled wide, eyes shut. She is still stunning, her features striking and her red hair tied back.

He pauses.

He remembers how she **** him to masturbate earlier in the evening and he remembers the pictures on her phone.

She's totally out of it, he thinks. She finished off that whole bottle of bourbon. She's fucked. I could do pretty much anything to her, he thinks, and she won't wake up.

He finds himself licking his lips.