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I open my mouth, about to ask him half a dozen questions, but his brothers get there before me.
“What magazine?” Mikey asks.
“What did you say?” Shane says as at the same time.
“I said, fuck no,” Conor replies with a frown. “Why the hell would some magazine want to put me in it?”
“Um, because you’re a super successful, handsome owner of the hottest nightclub in New York,” I say.
“Part owner,” Mikey adds.
“Yeah, well when I said no, she asked if any of you were available. I said fuck no on your behalf too.”
“You sure it was a magazine and not someone fishing for information?” Shane asks with a scowl — always so suspicious, although I suppose he has reason to be.
Conor shrugs. “Seemed legit. Said she was from that magazine Jessie reads. Ten things I want to know about you, or some shit.”
“TheTen things you didn’t knowcolumn,” I squeal. “I love that feature. It’s one of my favorites. I can totally see why they would want to interview one of you guys for it.”
Liam reaches forward and shuffles through the magazines beneath the coffee table before he finds the Christmas edition of Fever magazine. I have it on a monthly subscription and love to read it at night lying on the sofa with my head on Mikey’s lap.
“I would so do that interview,” Mikey says with a chuckle.
“You will not,” Shane says with a scowl.
“It’s not like they ask anything deep and meaningful. It’s all pretty lighthearted stuff,” I tell him.
“I don’t want anyone knowing anything about any of us,” Shane says and Conor nods his agreement while Liam flicks through the magazine before he finds the regular feature.
“So, Michael Ryan,” Liam says in a thick New York accent. “Successful businessman. Father of two. Sex god?”
Mikey sits forward in his seat, puffing out his chest as he prepares for his big interview. “Yup.”
“What do you wear in bed?” Liam asks in his regular voice.
“My wife,” Mikey replies without a seconds thought, making his brothers laugh.
“Favorite thing to eat?” Liam asks.
“My wife’s pussy.”
“Mikey,” I say as my cheeks turn pink.
“It’s true, Red,” he frowns at me then he turns back to his twin. “Next question.”
“Favorite drink?”
“The sweet stuff that comes out of my wife’s pussy,” Mikey answers and my cheeks redden further.
“That’s not a drink,” I say.
“I drink it,” Mikey insists. “I’d bottle it and take it in a flask to work with me if I could.”
“You have to choose an actual drink. My pussy can’t be your answer to everything.”
“But your pussy is the answer to everything, sweetheart,” Shane says with a wicked grin.
His words make warmth roll through my core, but I keep trying to argue my point anyway. “It’s not a drink,” I whisper.
