Perfect Picture [The ShadowDance Club 7] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page A

short drive to his loft and gallery. He had been thrilled when Alex and Zach had been able to help him secure the purchase of the old mill. The old building was a virtual cavernous warehouse that had been empty for years so he had been able to buy it for a great price. It was structurally sound and the renovations had been easy since the interior had been open for the most part.
    He loved the hidden underground entrance with its remote-controlled doors. There was also a second hidden entrance that he’d be willing to bet fewer than five people in the entire world knew existed. Finding that feature had been like uncovering a hidden treasure. Fellow ShadowDance Club member Bryant Davis had helped engineer the excavation and reinforcement of the alternate entrance as an emergency escape route once Noah had discovered the small railway tunnel hidden behind a rolling partition. Mitch Grayson had designed state of the art electronics for the doors and two floor-to-ceiling steel gates that were now hidden deep inside the tunnel. The other end of the tunnel opened onto the Lamonts’ land on the other side of the river. That entrance had already been secured by a large gate just inside a large cave, so he’d worked with Alex and Zach to make it a secure escape route from both ends.
    They’d laughed that many of their friends and family members felt they were a bunch of paranoid bastards. But since their loved ones didn’t understand the type of people they’d been dealing with for years they considered the measures completely unreasonable. The old mill had been built during World War II and had doubled as a bomb shelter for the people of the entire valley so the whole structure was a virtual fortress.
    Noah had installed a modern elevator, but he still liked using the open freight elevator because it just seemed like part of the old building’s charm. But it was the floating helix staircase he’d designed that was one of his favorite features. The black slabs of granite were each five foot wide and suspended by thick cables so the entire thing almost appeared to be floating in mid-air. The bottom floor was used for storage and parking but most people wouldn’t even know it existed. Entering from the street, casual observers wouldn’t notice that the enormous open gallery and office areas were actually the second floor of the building. When guests first entered the front doors the curving black stairway was the first thing that caught their eye and that distraction had been a deliberate piece of the interior design.
    The third floor had been used to build numerous rooms with various settings that he’d be able to use for private photo sessions. He didn’t need the income anymore, since his years working as a photojournalist and fashion photographer had paid him very well. He’d also invested his inheritance wisely in addition to his very lucrative sideline as a contractor for various governments which had been extremely profitable. And now photography could be his passion rather than a career and he planned to enjoy creating art again after all his years of putting what he loved on the back burner.
    Just thinking about taking Ilaina’s picture in a couple of the sets he’d created was enough to send his blood rushing south. He couldn’t wait to make love to her and then capture her sated spirit on film. Those pictures would always be for his own enjoyment, that side of his cara wasn’t for anyone else to see. The only picture he’d ever taken of her had been locked in a vault for years because he’d been unwilling to share it with the world. The damned thing was worth a fortune now that she was an international fashion and modeling icon, but it would never be for sale. He was apprehensive about showing it to her because it showed the vulnerability that was at her core, but he also wanted her to see herself as he had remembered her all these years.
    She had been quiet on the drive over to the warehouse and he watched