Spencer Reid Outfits Novels & Stories

"That's one way to put it. But hey, at least we're never boring, right?" As I continue chatting with Caroline, my eyes wander towards the entrance of the hall, and that's when I see him—Spencer Hayes. He's wearing a backless Suit that's both elegant and daring, showcasing his toned physique. The outfit doesn't seem too feminine, but it's undoubtedly sexy as hell. It complements his confident stride and fluid movements perfectly.

“Then you should go now so that you’ll return sooner.” “Yes, Little Mermaid.” She turned around and grabbed her bag from the couch before hanging it around her neck. Just as she turned and was about to leave the room, Spencer stepped in fully dressed for the day. He wore a perfectly tailored blue pants with a black shirt, his coat on his hands. He looked way better than he did the previous day and his hair was perfectly washed and styled backward. “You’re here so soon?” She stared in surprise. It has barely been two hours since he walked through those doors to freshen up and he was back already? He didn’t have an ounce of rest, did he?

Reid uttered behind me. "I don’t know what I should wear for a formal dinner." "A simple dress will do." I turned to Reid and noticed that he was fixing the sleeves of the black long sleeved shirt he wore. He looked perfectly handsome in it, and I felt the need to look good too. I was his mate, and I could never disappoint him or the pack. I knew that some of them might have been uncomfortable with me being around, and I wanted to win their hearts. Searing anxiety pulsed on my nerves as I glanced between the clothes in the closet. My heart raced fast. The thought that I’d be facing a lot of people doubled the pressure in my chest.

She wasn't too happy about it since it was really cramped back there but it was either that or she would walk to Below Zero in her high heels. By the time we got there, the place was already packed with people and most of them were the band's fans and groupies. JD and the rest of the guys were waiting for us by the entrance and they were all dressed in their smart casual attires. I think that Leslie completely lost her poise the moment she saw JD in a dark blue button down shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders and a black pant suit that fit him perfectly. Warren, who wore a white button down shirt with two buttons undone at the top and looked like a complete playboy, didn't surprise me o

"Alright, I'll stay with you." They came to the living room, donning matching outfits—the same casual white sweatshirts. The only difference was that one of them wore black sweatpants while the other had a grey one. "Good morning, Mom and Dad," Spencer and Lucille greeted. Seeing the two openly flaunting their matching outfits and affection, Lila smiled in adoration. But she was also surprised to see Spencer wearing something other than a suit. This was the first time she'd seen him wearing such a refreshing outfit.

Reid sobered up from his daze induced gaze "We're landing soon" "I know." "You need to change." Reid walked passed her and to the bathroom where the closet was. "There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing" she said following behind him "besides the only things of mine I found in that closet are these shorts and this jersey" "The jersey is mine." Reid responded in a clipped tone. He was trying to keep his distance. "We burned the rest of your clothes." He said nonchalantly and took out a pair of sweat pants and and an over-sized hoody. He threw the items at her "get dressed" and with that he pushed passed her and headed for the door.

I reached out to shake his hand, and he shook it back. “Mr. Spencer,” I spoke, “it’s nice to meet you.” The man gave a wide grin, almost as if he were laughing at me. I didn’t get the joke as he took a set, nodding his head towards a chair across from him. I sat, and immediately crossed my legs. Knowing that I was going to be running around all over the place, I decided to stick to black dress pants, with a gray strapless top, complemented with a black blazer. My hair was in a side ponytail, stopping any dark strands from crowding my face.

I missed Andy especially now because she would have put an end to this nonsense with one sharp look and a sarcastic comment, but she had gone on a work trip and would not be back for another month. He was already dressed by the time the chaos began—clad in a tailored three-piece suit that hugged his very firm, athletic body to perfection. The crisp black fabric accentuated his broad shoulders, the defined muscles of his chest, and the trim lines of his waist and thighs. And now he had decided it was my turn to get ready. Adrian was relentless and insatiable. He made me twirl and pose through what felt like twenty different outfits, each in a wildly different style. He was beyond dramatic.

I lean against the Chevelle, admiring how the morning sun catches the chrome. "Actually, I'm headed to take some of Dad's old clothes to the shelter downtown." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing that little silver nose ring that keeps catching my eye. "Wait, Spencer owned clothes that weren't leather or band shirts?" I clutch my chest in mock surprise. "Next you'll tell me he had a secret collection of polo shirts." Her laugh rings out across the parking lot. "You'd be surprised. Found at least three sweater vests hidden in the back."

“Oh my God! He’s here!” The three of them squealed. After a few last wishes for a great date, Jess hung up. She took a few deep breaths and opened the door. Spencer stood there with a bouquet of multi-colored roses. His long hair was tied back. Jess had a brief vision of tangling her fingers in that hair. She wondered if it was as silky as it looked. He wore a dark blue button up shirt, with the first few buttons undone, slim fit black jeans and black boots. One of his ears was pierced a small silver hoop hugged his ear lobe. That touch of wildness he spoke with was there. The air around him was charged with it. “Hi,” she breathed.