Page 117 of Reckless Dynasty (Knight's Ridge Empire 9)

JODIE

Iknew the day was looking up even more the second Mum and I walked into Sara’s room and Jesse’s face lit up like it was Christmas.

The doctor had just been in with news that she was once again making progress.

Jesse’s reaction to that was everything, and it made my heart even lighter with newfound hope that Sara was going to find a way back to us. The road is long, but with more positive news, it’s starting to feel like a dream that we really can start hanging on to.

By the time I step into Toby’s—our—flat a few hours later after leaving Mum on her floor with her massive new house plant she picked out, my excitement is threatening to bubble over.

Everything looks exactly as I left it as I make my way through the living area, but the second I step into the bedroom, I know he’s been here—or at least, someone has.

Walking over to the wardrobe, I pull the sticky note free.

Time to get dolled up, baby. I’m about to give you the best night of your life.

“No pressure,” I mutter to myself. He’s already given me some pretty memorable ones.

Dropping the note to the bed, I turn toward the bathroom and strip off to shower.

I wash, scrub, and shave every inch of my body in preparation for what’s to come.

A gasp rips from my lips when I step out of the bathroom and find a dress laying on the bed that wasn’t there when I entered.

Wear me.

Tingles race down my spine as I stare at the elegant, slim-fitting black dress before me. On the floor is a pair of heels and beside it is a clutch and a stunning set of lingerie. Just the thought of Toby’s face when he looks at me while I’m wearing it makes my thighs clench.

I make quick work of drying myself off and pulling on the underwear. It fits like a glove and makes my arse and tits look insane.

Lifting the dress from the bed, I hold it up, the designer label taunting me.

I can only imagine how much this cost.

Spinning it around, I find another note.

Wait… there’s a robe hanging on the back of the door. Wear it and go to the living room.

A chuckle falls from my lips as desire pools in my belly.

Please let him be out there waiting for me.

Doing as I’m told, I pull the door open and walk barefoot down the hallway.

“Oh my God,” I gasp when I find Stella, Emmie, and Calli waiting for me.

“Surprise.”

“You,” I say pointing at Stella, knowing that she’s the one who planted all the notes and the clothes.

She shrugs, a beaming smile on her face

“Anyway, we’re here to make you look killer for your boy,” she says, pushing to her feet.

“Well, they are. I’m just here because they told me I had to be,” Emmie says with a smirk.

“Oh shut up. You love all the girly shit and you know it.”

“At least it’s not a spa.”