“What the hell?” Chandler balks as the four of us walk off stage. Mouth agape, he looks at Phoenix. “Did you know she could sing like that?” He stays silent. Beaming, George slings an arm around my shoulders. “Have any other hidden talents, beautiful?” I find myself grinning. “Not really. Although I—” “She sucks a mean cock.” Phoenix shoots George an icy smile. “Not that you would know.”
