Captured Secret (The Captured Series) by April Raynne Page A

to the right is an elaborately engraved wooden door. Ty’s logo is in the center and it reads Ty Caulder Photography. On both sides of me, there are two large landscape canvas photos of an old park in Orlando. It smells really good in here, almost like a spa. God, I feel nervous.
    I pull open the door and step onto wooden floors. The scent that I favored in the foyer area is more pungent and pleasing in here. My eyes open like saucers. Floor length windows are to my left and right, and span as far as I can see. I’ve entered at the back of the building. I can see the errr…lake. About twenty five feet in front of me is a massive wall of curtains that hang from the ceiling. Two coffee colored curtain panels are tied together about every six feet, with beige sheer curtains behind. I say they are sheer, but you can barely make out what is beyond them. The curtain display starts at the windows to the left and ends at a wall to the right.
    I’m in love with the sitting area. There are several different types of chairs, a chaise and some small antique couches sitting against the walls. They are all different shapes, sizes, colors, and all are unique. I realize they are props for the photo shoots, yet when not in use, a waiting and sitting area.
    I turn my head to the right and Ty is sitting facing me at a huge L-shaped mahogany desk. He’s working on an Apple computer that looks like it cost more than I make in three months. There is a laptop on the desk to his right. It’s not elaborate, but a nice workstation, nonetheless. He is gauging my reaction and he pulls his eyes up and down my body. Shit, did I get the clothes right? Would he say anything if not? Now, I’m totally uncomfortable. I pick up my shoulders and chin, and walk toward him with a smile. Professional Stella, in full effect.
    The warm smile he gives me starts in his eyes as he stands. “Hey, you, did you find it okay?”
    “I did. Ty, this place is amazing,” I reply looking toward the actual studio part of the warehouse. He comes around the desk and is magnificent to look at.
    “We don’t have a client until noon. I was just editing some photos. Come, let me show you around.” He walks in front of me into a wide-open studio. Soft music is playing and I stop in my tracks about five steps in. There are canvas photos displayed on every wall. They are all just as breathtaking as the photos we saw on his website, but not as racy. To my immediate right, is an elaborate set up with all his photography equipment. I don’t know much, but it looks like a dream set up. Maybe a photographer’s heaven with four lights, the umbrella looking thing, and backdrops that hangs from the ceiling to the floor. My eyes scan over to the left…to a bed. Holy shit! An elaborate black headboard is against the wall with a matching nightstand to the left. The bed is made with a white down comforter and large fluffy pillows. Now I’m in the front of the building. Windows, windows, and more windows end at a wall and door.
    “Emily and I will be explaining the equipment to you today,” Ty’s voice pulls me back to our conversation. “This is where all the magic happens,” he sweeps his hand over the studio and equipment. He leads me through an open door into a bathroom, well, a bathroom the size of my bedroom! It has a garden tub shower, front-end loading washer and dryer, toilet, and a very oversized vanity with dual sinks. Next to the dryer are several shelves with multiple sets of the same white sheets and pillowcases that I saw on the bed in the studio. There are white, fluffy towels piled high, robes, and laundry detergent.
    “Wow…this is the size of my entire bedroom,” I say, still taking it all in. “You live here as well, Emily said?”
    “I do. I’ve been here for about two years.” He gestures me out of the bathroom and we pass the desk to enter the sitting area with all the chairs. I go over to the windows and look out. I can see to my right a door that