Spencer Reid Outfits Novels & Stories

the redhead reported. Blair stood across from Spencer in his cluttered office. She wore regular clothes; dark jeans, a hoodie, and practical sneakers; as much as possible to go unnoticed. At this point, being discovered would be like setting fire to the investigation. "Some of the story is untrue," Blair mused. "Why?" the inspector showed interest.

"Are you sure you have to wear clothes baby?" Spencer asks, looking me up and down. I laugh. "You guys are wearing shorts, so I get to wear something." Spencer pouts. "Fine, you can wear shorts, but no shirt baby. Wearing a shirt wouldn't be fair." I turn to Austin, smiling. "Will you please tell him that I need to wear a shirt, not just shorts?" Austin laughs, shrugging. "I don't know baby. You do have some beautiful boobs. I think Spencer is right."

But I trusted him again, this time, I hope I made the right decision. "Spacing out?" I moved my head to see the man who uttered the words. Reid! Stunned seeing him here, He is wearing a navy blue tuxedo, his hair is brushed up, and damn he looks dashing than the last time I laid my eyes on him. He resembled a hot Hollywood actor. I was attempting to compose myself as I responded to him. "A little." "Why be shocked on seeing me here, Becca? I think I made myself crystal clear when I told you that I would see you in a few days, right?"

I breathe, a smile instantly coming to my lips as I look up at him. He’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and my favorite pair of grey sweatpants, his dark hair a little tousled and messy- and damnit if I’m not getting a little hot just looking at him. Don’t get me wrong, the man looks slick in his usual slacks and dress shirt, but there’s just something so sexy about him when he’s relaxed like this rather than all buttoned up and put together. “What’s up?” I ask, resisting the urge to fan myself as Reid folds his arms across his chest, the sleeves of his t-shirt straining against the bulge of his biceps. Goddamn.

It took all my concentration for my mind not to spiral out of control. ‘Get a grip on yourself, woman.’ I quietly scolded myself. In the next thirty minutes, we were both ready—Reid still in his previously worn jeans, and the largest hoodie I had in my closet which had fit his body perfectly, while I wore something equally similar. I hated skinny jeans, but apparently, Reid thought they fitted my legs perfectly, so now I had to wear them, and a gray jumper. “Ready?” Reid asked from his position at the door, leaning on the handle with his eyes on me while I styled my hair.

It was going to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life. The next morning, I got a message from Reid. "Morning, last night was fun how about we hang out again tonight?" I replied quickly "I would love to." "OK I will pick a place and time and let you know, I will see you tonight." I couldn't wait it was going to be great. I get up and start rooting through my clothes trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. I didn't want to be too over the top, but I didn't want to be dressed too casual either. I went for a pair of tight black jeans and my thigh high boots with a heel. Then a low cut black top that just showed enough cleavage that I wasn't dressing like a slut, but to give him a litt

I remake the bed and get dressed before heading back out to the kitchen, where I make myself a coffee and stand there silently until Amory joins us. “Now there’s an outfit I’m used to seeing on you”, Spencer says when he looks at her. She gives herself a look over and giggles, “yeah! I suppose this was something I wore a lot”! “You’d walk around school like that?” I asked in disbelief. “Every fucking day, belly out and all”, Spencer says. “Literally it was weeks before I saw her in a dress, and even then it was because of some high school event bullshit and it was business professional attire”!

Oh, but I knew why she thought so. Spencer is wearing a black shirt and his black dress pants. They are from a luxury brand, no doubt and I don't even know that name. His shoes are from Gucci. He is wearing a rolex on his wrist. I'm surprised the robber was stupid enough to leave the rolex behind. “Did you look at yourself when you stepped out of the hotel? You scream rich. Of course, she warned you about this stuff and not me.” I tell him before taking a look at my wrinkly dress. I probably look like a mess given that I feel like a mess.