Chapter Four
“Are you nervous?”
Kaz lifted off his t-shirt before answering. His gut fluttered madly but he wasn’t sure if it was performance anxiety or anxiety about closing in on Brady. “Yeah, definitely.”
Guys were going in and out of the dressing room, which smelled of stale smoke and sweat. In the background, the bass of the music vibrated through the floor, but Kaz pushed his surroundings to the back of his consciousness.
“Damien, do we really have to wear this s**t? What’s wrong with the t-shirt and jeans?”
Damien was standing there with some contraption of black leather straps and buckles. He grinned. Kaz knew he’d had something in mind when he made him change into a black thong. “Yes, dear, we really have to wear this shit.” He held the mess of straps out in such a way that K
