White Collar Suits Neal Caffrey の小説・ストーリー

“Tell me something?” “What sort of thing?” “Anything.” “That’s very helpful. Thank you, Cole.” There was that self-conscious note in his voice. And, as ever, she found it a little bit adorable. “What are you wearing?” “I’m not sure this is really the time—” “Not in a sex way. I just want to know.” “Oh. Well…” A pause. Maybe he was checking. “A dark blue suit by Kathryn Sargent, with a white shirt, a navy tie, and a pink, polka-dotted pocket square.”

“You have a good taste in suits. It did catch my eye when I first saw you again. You never wore suits when you were a demon. You liked the bad boy leather jacket look.” Caiden checked his reflection in the mirror and folded it back into place. “I did notice that you do seem fond of the smartly dressed office wear look,” he said. “I hope James is a fan like you or else I’m screwed.” Clara checked the label on Caiden’s suit jacket. As she had suspected from the style, he had bought it from St. Clair. “You’re not wearing a suit from a rival company so you’ll be fine,” she assured him. “Let’s go before he gets annoyed at waiting for us. He is a little impatient.”

Neil remains motionless. "No?" Aaron arches a brow and draws his hand back. "Very well then. It's a good thing I'm so considerate, because how else would I have known to prepare a copy for everyone present today to take a look at?" Everyone? No sooner are the words spoken than the doors of the grand hall swing open and Cillian strides in, in a suit like the rest of them except in the dark colours he looks positively refined and gentlemanly. Like an image from one of those 1800s cartoon ads of the perfect gentleman.

Ryan's Pov The luxury café was quiet that morning, too quiet for the kind of business I was about to conduct. The air smelled faintly of roasted coffee and expensive perfume, and the sound of soft jazz played somewhere in the background. I sat at a corner table, dressed in a sleek black suit, a tablet open in front of me. My reflection on the screen showed the nerves I was trying so hard to hide. Across from me sat Leonard, the broker Miss Serena Calloway had personally recommended. A middle-aged man with silver hair slicked back and a cunning smile that never quite reached his eyes.

Inside the soundproof CEO's office, the remnants of intimate warmth slowly began to return to normal. Calvin was standing in front of a small mirror hidden behind a document cabinet, tidying back his clothes with regular movements. He tucked the edge of his shirt into his trousers, then put back on his dark gray formal suit jacket. On his neck, a faint reddish mark due to Camelia's spoiled bite earlier appeared contrasting, yet he deliberately let his shirt collar cover that part so as not to trigger gossip among the board of directors staff.

“A regular espresso. With lots of sugar.” Nina was quiet for half a second. “Noted.” I took my hand off the button. Conference Room One was only a few yards from my office. I somehow managed to make the walk feel like immigration processing. Behind the glass wall, Rafael was already seated on the side of the table facing the door. He wore a dark charcoal suit, a white shirt, and a slim black tie. His hair was combed back, but one section had fallen slightly near his temple, making him look imperfect in a way that was deeply unhelpful. Five years had not made him any easier to look at.

They returned to Room 710. The suite that had been in complete disorder that morning had already been cleaned and restored. Yet the moment Nola stepped inside, she felt as though the intimate atmosphere from the previous night still lingered in the air. Calder removed his jacket. Beneath it, he wore a dark suit vest over a white shirt and black trousers. His legs were long and straight. With his slender fingers, he undid his diamond cufflinks, exposing part of his strong forearms. An expensive watch rested around his wrist. Its face gave off a muted gleam, understated yet luxurious, perfectly suited to him.

The blonde ran her eyes boldly over him, Skyler had to force himself not to squirm from her probing stare. " Do you not have anything causal? " Skyler took a look at himself, he was wearing a black pantsuit, a white shirt, and a matching black coat. Usually, the way he dresses to work, but without the ties. " This is causal for me, " he answered.

He was about to need him again. Dane stood in front of the silver elevator doors. He looked his appearance up and down, with a skeptical eye. Had he chosen the right suit to present himself in front of the Attorney General and his Associate Deputy Director? He wanted to look serious about his job. Did he accomplish that with this suit? Yes. He decided he did. He thought the Eagle cufflinks were the icing on the cake. They were large and stood out whenever he moved his arms. Yes. He was appropriate for this day. Now, if he could only find that one magic thread. "Please don't let me fail these women," he whispered into the air, as he stepped into the elevator.