<b>"Slim fit. Single Button. Casual toxedo. Woven cotton mix. Trousers front tailored fit too?" Taking her time, Caitlin slowly walked around the tall, stubble bearded man, feeling the texture of his jacket with her long fingers as she closely examined what he was wearing. Guys were usually colour-blind about what they wear but he was staying strictly monochrome. It certainly clashed with his rather gaudy garb he previously had on for the long flight. "I was expecting another loud Hawaiian outfit with a garland of flowers around your neck to ensure you go to the banquet by yourself."<br/>
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The only thing she did not check was his fingernails though she could see they were clean. It was the nearest one was likely to get as a compliment from the recent graduate, who rarely dished them out but there was more to come. "Prince Charming indeed but wasn't he a womaniser with Snow White and Sleeping Beauty among his trophies. I always thought he was a bit of a scoundrel." Not many passed her auditions but Clark seemed to have been given a temporary licence from the brunette who came up almost to his chin in her stilettos.<br/>
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The truce had not quite turned into a mutual admiration club between the highly self-opinionated couple. But Mr Seare may have fallen off his stool if he saw Caitlan offer her arm to her chief adversary. "An aperitif  perhaps, my lieutenant? It doesn't mean though that you will be getting into my bed later." Her sudden changed disposition towards Clark had developed into sudden banter but one did not know how long it would last given her impulsive and impetuous nature. However it was spruced up, they were a pair of misfits as they made their way out of the suite to the elevator and onto the bar if their rapprochement lasted that long. At least there was a sweet smile on her face, even if superficial.<br/>
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