The club looked amazing for the holidays. Not just because Patrick and Lexie had gone all out this year (really Lexie had gone all out, but only because Patrick had let her) but because so had the members. They’d loved the themed nights Lexie had pushed Patrick to introduce from the very beginning, but tonight it seemed like every single person attending the party was participating.

She saw tons of green and red with a few smatterings of blue and white, but even those fit in. Leigh was one of the ones in white, sitting on Jared’s lap at one of the bar tables. Appropriately enough, he was dressed in a holiday sweater meant to resemble a tree with soft ‘decorations’ all over it, while Leigh was dressed as a sexy Angel Christmas tree topper. Adam was a rather resigned looking Santa Claus, watching over his ornament wife. Yup, Angel had gone for full on décor—she was basically wearing a gold bikini with sarong wrapped around her hips and had used body paint to turn her massively pregnant belly into a big red ornament complete with gold wiggling lines across it. Her stomach would fit right in on the massive Christmas tree Patrick had in the center of the stage.

Olivia smiled when she saw Rick and Maria, wrapped around each other at the bar as they waited for their drinks, smiling and talking with Jessica, Justin, and Chris. They seemed even more relaxed and happy than the last time she’d seen them. Although she doubted their grieving was completely over, it looked as though they might be through the worst, and she was glad of it.

The sound of the door to the men’s locker room had her turning her head, and as she’d hoped, Luke was the man exiting from it. He looked like the kinkiest, sexiest, grumpiest reindeer in the North Pole.

The leather harness strapped across his chest was brown, as were the boxers he was wearing. The antlers on his head were a matching brown, and she was pretty sure they were also the source of his current displeasure. Olivia grinned at his unamused expression, which softened as he took in her own outfit. She was wearing an extremely sexy Mrs. Claus outfit—basically a little red dress with a fluffy skirt. It was trimmed across the neckline and around the hem with white fur, and a matching bolero jacket—and the thigh-high black boots she knew he had a special liking for.

“You look good,” she said, crooking her finger at him. When he came close enough, she slid her fingers under the ring in the center of the harness and pulled her to him a little faster, setting him just a little off balance. His blue eyes lit up with appreciation—and challenge.

“You look good too, Scarlet,” he said almost mischievously, his hands coming up to rest on her waist.