Spencer Reid Outfits Novels & Stories

This one was knee-length as well, and I completed the look with a pair of Mary Jane block-heeled Louboutin pumps and a black coat. At 6, Reid called to let me know that he was waiting in the lobby, so I keyed in my code and went out to meet him. The man looked dashing as usual; his dress shirt had the top button open and was tucked into a pair of black slacks and black lace-up Oxford dress shoes. I’m sure his entire ensemble amounted to at least three of my paychecks, but let’s not go there. “Specs!” I hear a voice behind me and turn around, knowing who it would be. My rockstar neighbour looked like he just returned from leaving this morning, but his hair was down this time and hung way past

Reid The clothing Marcella had given him was typical of Marcel. Leather-look trousers that fit so closely that they left nothing to the imagination, and a black shirt that looked discrete until it was put on and the first button started between Reid’s nipples. He laughed at his reflection as he scraped his hair back into a ponytail. She was waiting for him and whistled as he stepped out of the bathroom. “Looking sexy-as, Reid,” she purred. “You should wear my old clothes more often.”

I was feeling lethargic and depressed but I had to overcome this. I was strolling on the soft sand, when I saw someone standing in front of another hut. I know who is staying there and seeing him wearing shorts and t-shirt made me halt in my tracks. I can never picture Henry Reid looking so casual. Even here, he wears dress pants and shirts. I thought he might have some kind of complex to dress this way. However, it was all in my head. He got one hell of a body. The calf muscles were bulging and sweat was dripping from his face as he just finished his morning exercise.

Kieran’s POV I can’t wait to go back to my dorm because I wanted to change some nice casual clothes. It is already 5:30 and I walked faster just to get into my room. As I opened the door, there was no sign of Spencer. Maybe he went out? I placed my bag on top of my study table and instantly changed my clothes when I spotted something new. As I turned around to Spencer’s bed, there was an opened gift. I don’t want to be nosy but when I looked at it, it was a Rolex watch.

This time, though, the excitement was laced with a hint of danger, an edge that sent a delicious thrill coursing through me. We raided my closet, discarding frilly dresses and flowing skirts in favor of something a little more…practical. I settled on a pair of black cargo pants and a fitted tank top, the clinging fabric leaving little to the imagination. Spencer, ever the charmer, sported a pair of well-worn jeans and a playfully ripped t-shirt. “See?” I said, twirling before him, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “Distraction, redefined.”

REID: Hunter spun around the moment we step foot on the premises that we should not have entered. From the corner of my eye, I can see that he has his pistol held out but not pointed at me. And what warranted that? It’s because we were presently surrounded by several men in red who have guns pointed at us. I look at the ones directly at my front, a dry smile starting to make its way to my lips. Of course, I anticipated this so it was no surprise that they showed up.

“Of course.” She stepped out of the car, heels clicking against the pavement, already confident she was winning something she didn’t yet understand. Reid waited until the apartment doors closed behind her before driving away. Only then did his expression change. The smile vanished. *** Back at his own apartment, the lights stayed off. Reid moved through the space without switching anything on, muscle memory guiding him. He loosened his tie, tossed it aside, stripped off the tailored suit that screamed Reid Carter, CEO, and pulled on a dark hoodie instead, plain, worn, anonymous. The hood came up, shadowing his face.

“It’s classic, sleek, and makes you look like a total boss.” “You think?” “Absolutely. Pair it with those killer stilettos, and Reid won’t know what hit him.” I rolled my eyes. “This isn’t about impressing Reid.” “Sure, keep telling yourself that,” she teased with a grin. Ignoring her, I grabbed the dress and headed to change. Reid arrived promptly at seven, looking infuriatingly perfect in a tailored navy suit. His hair, always impeccably styled, gleamed under the porch light. “You’re on time,” I noted dryly as I stepped outside.

Susan was passed out on the couch, I let her sleep in though I made her tea. "Cerena, you're here early" Reid said as he finally opened the door, standing in the doorway looking good as always. He wore a black fitted shirt tucked in his matching black pants. He had a watch on his wrist going along with his silver rings on his left and two on his right hand.

Many brands wanted to collaborate with Spencer, so they hoped to offer him a good welcome. "Do I have to go too?" She thought that she'd be able to get off work on time. "Did you think that I'm paying you 100 thousand dollars just for you to scroll through your phone in the office?" Spencer spoke in a strange tone. "Alright, I get it. I'll come over to see you now." Celeste quickly stopped him. Spencer changed into a black suit. He put on pearl necklaces of different sizes around his neck. He casually tied his long hair into a low ponytail. He looked pretty in a gender-neutral way.