Page 11 of Luca (Big Hot Alphas 3)

I raise my coffee mug in front of my face, as if that’s really going to hide the blush that’s rising into my cheeks. I swallow a gulp of cold coffee and set the mug back on my desk.

“Is it that obvious?” I say, sighing.

Dani laughs. “Um, yeah? You’ve been in such a good mood all day. I’ve never seen you like this.”

“A girl can’t just be happy?” I scoff.

“Not without giving details.”

I roll my eyes. “Did you come by my desk just to pry about my sex life, or did you have an actual reason?”

“Oh, fine,” says Dani, giving up. “Yes. I have a real reason. Go to our Instagram page.”

I pull up a new browser tab and start to type in the address. I haven’t checked the page in a few days, but I seem to recall that we were close to some big milestone number of followers the last time I looked. Maybe that’s what this is about.

I hit enter and our Instagram page pops up. Immediately, my eyes snap over to the most recent image—which is one of the shots from Luca’s shoot.

One of the hottest shots, I should say.

In the photo, which is dark and dramatically lit, he has one big hand wrapped around the handle of the umbrella, while the thumb of his other hand is hooked on the band of his boxers—boxers that do nothing to hide how well-endowed he is. While the rain falls around him, his eyes are intensely focused on the camera lens, his lips subtly turned up in a roguish smile.

Admittedly, it’s kind of a ridiculous photo. Why the hell would anyone be out in the rain in their underwear?

And yet it’s so damn sexy, too.

Memories from last night wash over me. I don’t even know how many rounds we went. Or how many times he made me come. All I know is that it was mind-blowing—and that I wassotempted to play hooky today and spend all day in bed with Luca.

If not for him having class and me having a bunch of work meetings, we totally would have.

“I can’t believethat’swho you had in your bed last night,” Dani says.

I break out of my daydreamy state and groan as I look up at her. “Dani, if you’re just showing me this photo so that I’ll tell you about—”

“I’m not! I swear.” She gestures toward the screen. “Check out how many likes we got.”

I click on the photo, which pulls up the individual post, and look at the numbers.

Over fifty thousand likes.

And over two thousand comments.

“That’s…a lot,” I say.

“Hellyeah, it’s a lot,” says Dani.

I laugh and shake my head. “Crazy.”

“Mmhmm. And before you start wondering whether those are just a bunch of spam comments or something…they’re not. Read them.”

I start to skim the comments. I only intend to read a few of them. But once I start, it’s impossible to stop.

Yumm. Take those boxers off!!

omg wow he’s gorgeous

Daaaaamn boy you hot.

I LUV U MARRY ME!!

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