I immediately unhook a pin from my nape and drop on my knees in front of the lock, letting my dress bunch up my thighs. A few seconds later I open the door with a butler-like flourish. “What?” I whisper, noticing the upturned corner of Lowe’s mouth. He slips in first, scans the room, then gestures me inside. “Just picturing you doing the same…” He closes the door behind him and turns on the light. I see a fireplace so large it could comfortably sleep a midsize family—and a suspicious amount of antlered wall decor. “To break into my room.”
Lowe you dirty, dirty boy
