Captured Secret (The Captured Series) by April Raynne

layout with lots of black all over the page. Beautiful pictures surround the logo in the middle. Couples in love, weddings, and a woman in a field of flowers that has a face so perfect she must be a model. We admire a younger man who is sitting backwards in a chair giving the camera a sultry smile. Emily clicks on galleries and then on boudoir photos. A pop up opens and we must choose one of two boxes. The first one reads, I’m eighteen and down to enter. The other says, Nope, I’m not eighteen, so I am out. We select the first and bingo we are in. I’m fascinated by what I see. These women are stunning with their hair and makeup done to perfection. Now, I understand what Emily was saying. Ty is talented and artistic. Anyone can pick up a camera and press the shutter button. These are so much more. I think the editing is what makes them so amazing, and that is done by the photographer…done by Ty. The angles and poses are perfect. I turn my head to look at him, our eyes meet and I make sure he sees the amazement in my eyes. He almost looks embarrassed.
    “These are incredible, Ty,” I say, making sure he hears the sincerity in my voice.
    “They really are, Ty. Geesh, you make these women look sick hot! You have some serious talent,” Zoey slurs to Ty.
    “Thank you, ladies. I’m no paramedic like these two life savers, nor can I construct a building from the ground up like Jaxon can in his spare time, but you guys can enjoy the male section as well,” Ty stands and gives Jaxon a hand shake. I think he’s leaving.
    “I know you both save lives, but Jaxon, you build things?” I ask looking between both of them.
    “I have a contractor’s license and I got the need to build from my dad.”
    Zoey’s still mesmerized by Ty’s website. She slurs, “No males for a bit, Mr. Caulder. We aren’t about to take our eyes off the hot chicks. Especially, the ones without tops,” Zoey says and I shake my head in agreement.
    Ty leans down and gives Emily a kiss on the cheek. She grabs his neck and returns the affection. Eff that! They are so damn chaste. I don’t get it. Scent–O–Ty would set me off, accompanied by the feel of his lips on my skin. I really am going to have to stop thinking dirty thoughts of him if we are going to work together .
    “So, Em, I’ll see you tomorrow, and Stella, I’m taking this as a yes for the job?”
    “Definite yes.” Intoxicated Stella is bold.
    “Have a good night all.” He leaves and I try to limit the sexual thoughts.
    Emily and I talk about what I should wear tomorrow and about the location. I learn that Ty is in a warehouse flat right in downtown. He works and lives there. She tells me to wear ballet type flats if I have them, since we will be moving all day. I’m nervous and excited. She will be there before me, and she is going to give the boss a guideline on what she thinks I can and cannot handle with limited experience.
    Lying down to sleep is not successful. My mind will not turn off. So many questions and worries about tomorrow, but I relax knowing Emily will be there to guide me. I will have only one day with Emily. Will that be enough?

T HE DRIVE TO T Y ’ S STUDIO is only about ten minutes. As I come straight through downtown, my phone GPS instructs me to make a left into a decent sized parking lot. To the right, is an old style, brick, two story warehouse, with huge windows spanning the length of the building. It looks historical. A large retention pond with a small fountain is behind the warehouse. We call them small lakes here in Florida, it sounds better.
    I open a beautifully detailed glass door to enter the building. The elevator is to my right and the stairs to my left. Straightening my clothes, I check my reflection in the mirror and press the call button. The black ballet flats and my hair down are a definite yes. I’m hoping the white linen Capri pants, with the black sleeveless wrap front blouse, is appropriate for today. Stepping out of the elevator