The Fake Mr & Mrs Arlington

From behind me, I heard someone clearing their throat, I allowed a ghost of a smile to play on my lips as I turned around. Starting at the bottom I worked my way up; he wore the proper elegant dress shoes, looking as if to be Italian leather, predictable of course, as a man with this much power would want to show it in every way possible. He wore straight leg dress pants in a matted black. My gazed floated up to his overcoat that was accompanied with a black bow tie and, the customary silk white handkerchief with his initials laced at the top. He didn’t have an average build, he was tall reaching the height of 5’11 or there about, although his coat was blocking any possible view of his physique, it was obvious he was muscular. Finally my eyes slid up to his face. He was undeniably handsome with strong features, he had a sharp jaw line, smouldering but hawk-like blue eyes, his hair was a dark blond almost mistakable as brown, his lips were pulled into a lazy smirk as he noticed me drinking up his every detail.