White Collar Suits Neal Caffrey Novels & Stories

Castiel’s P.O.V I stand in front of the mirror, smoothing out the fabric of my teal-green suit. It’s a bold choice, but today feels like a day for boldness. The color matches the excitement and the nervous energy stirring inside me. The white shirt underneath complements it, simple yet elegant. My fingers tremble slightly as I adjust my tie, but I try to steady myself, trying not to think about everything that’s hanging on the balance today.

“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.”

Declan stood in front of a floor length mirror in black slacks, a deep green silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to see the ink on his chest, and a long dark coat that made him look like a Scottish villain from a mafia romance novel. Cat let out a sinful groan. "Jesus fucking Christ." "Aye?" he smirked. "Like what ye see, lass?" "I'd climb you like a jungle gym," she deadpanned. Meanwhile, Callum looked so hot in his navy fitted suit I almost accidentally walked into traffic. Keiran was in a cashmere turtleneck and tailored trousers, looking like he owned the company we were shopping in. Niall, surprisingly, pulled off streetwear with high end sneakers and a black bomber jacket. Rory looked li

He did not dare to yearn for anything more. He had no right to do that either. "President Nikolai, here is your coffee" Hailey brought the steaming coffee to him. She bent down and handed it to Nikolai in person. In the early spring weather, the heater of tbe company was switched on. Hailey had taken off her coat and blazer, only wearing a white suit at that time. As soon as she approached him, Nikolai soon saw the contour of her brassiere which was revealed under her suit. He averted his gaze uneasily, but he saw the snow white skin under her slightly exposed collar.

It’s an impulse. “My darling,” I hear, and turn to see Godfrey walk in and speed right over to his mate. I raise my eyebrow at his ridiculous outfit, but quickly fix my face. His mate lights up and dashes around the bar so quickly to join him I nearly wonder if I hallucinated how fast she moved. Godfrey has on a white shirt that I’ve only seen in my history books from hundreds of years ago and it's lined in gold. He’s got some kind of expensive looking golf scarf knotted around his throat and black dress pants … lined in gold.

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.