My cheeks burned so hot I might burst into flames at any second.
I cleared my throat and forced my chin up. “I thought we were going to a fundraiser.”
Rafe took my hand and wrapped it around the bend of his arm. “Remember who you are.”
“Your old lady.” My chin notched higher.
Bishop led the way from the stairs and back into the main clubhouse.
He wore a suit similar to Ash’s, but without the antlers.
I caught a good look at his ass and grinned at Ash, who turned and wiggled his butt at me, showing off his matching white tail.
He winked and reached forward, grabbing Bishop’s reindeer tail with one hand and giving it a stroke.
Bishop growled and swatted Ash’s hand. “Do that again and I’ll cut it off.”
“No need for violence. Just wanted to show Noelle what she’s working with tonight.” Ash winked again but stopped messing with Bishop.
The room rang hollow and empty with every footstep.
How had everyone left so quickly?
I hadn’t heard a thing.
A peek out the windows showed all the motorcycles still parked outside.
Bishop opened a hidden door behind the bar and ducked into the narrow space.
Ash stepped aside, letting me and Rafe follow Bishop while he took up the rear.
The long corridor hummed with energy that turned into lyrics and a thrumming bass.
A second door at the end of the hallway opened beneath Bishop’s hand, and a new world appeared before my eyes.
Lights strobed across the room, flashing over men and women dancing on a stage that took up an entire wall.
A live band played Christmas carols on bass and electric guitars.
And every single person wore some form of Christmas attire.
Men and women dressed as elves danced with others in snowmen attire.
The entire room rang out with shouts and cheers when Rafe and I walked in.
He pulled me tight to his side when I slowed, and the firmness of his touch reminded me to keep up the façade.
Whistles cut the air, and a man behind the long bar across from the dance floor held out a beer toward Rafe.
He took it and tossed down half the bottle.
The man who looked like Rafe jogged over.
He wore a green sweater covered in red buttons and a band around his forehead that held a sprig of mistletoe.
It bobbed over his eyes with every stride, and a wide smile split his face. “Holy shit, those turned out great. Told you they would.”
“How’s it going?” Ash asked from behind me.
