Ryker climbed out of the taxi that he had commissioned to drive him from the airport to the hotel and peered up at the structure. Despite what he had invested in it, it did not feel like “coming home.” Not yet, at least. Turning half way back around, he handed a fifty dollar bill to the driver and then started making his way into the hotel before the stunned man could even begin to calculate change. Thankfully, the driver interpreted Ryker’s dismissal correctly and drove off down the road, rather than try to chase after the Irishman with a handful of change. He had no luggage with him, so was not slowed down by bags of any kind and soon made the wide double doors of the hotel.
As soon as he pushed open one side and stepped foot in the lobby, he filled his nostrils with the scents permeating the room. His eyebrow arched slightly, but his lips merely curled into a small half smile. It smelled like there had been some recruiting going on in his absence. That was good. Unless, he reminded himself, someone had been recruiting an impressive number of wilders or even cocksure purebloods who’s first reaction to adversity is to pick a fight. Surely his Alphess would not be so foolish, though. Hopefully.
Striding past the desk clerk, who he remembered to be named Amanda, he lifted a hand in a cheerful wave and flashed his charming smile. “Good evenin’, Amanda. Long time no see. Can you tell me if Noctavia’s up in her suite?” The girl blinked, no doubt having to refocus her gaze off of the rather fresh, thin scar that decorated Ryker’s face from his left cheekbone to just the other side of his nose. “I-I’m not sure, sir,” she said, smiling slightly and with a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “I just came on shift.” Ryker nodded. “Ah, I see. Well, thank you anyways. Have a nice night, then,” he said, turning back towards the elevators and pushing the “Up” button. As he waited for his conveyance, he tugged on the front of his black sports coat and adjusted the lay of the black silk tie that adorned the front of his white shirt and dove down the center of a silver silk vest. At least the black pair of slacks that he wore were not too far outside of his normal style, but he had come directly from a business meeting in Dublin, and so had to dress the part.
A soft ding heralded the elevator’s arrival and as soon as the doors slid open, Ryker stepped inside and punched the button for the top floor. A rather short time later, the ding repeated itself and Ryker stepped out of the elevator on the top floor of the hotel. He had to give the hotel a bit of credit; the elevators were very fast. Standing outside of the Alphess’s room, he lifted his hand to knock, but paused, caught somewhat by surprise by the silver ring and embedded red diamond of the Dahling House. Taking a deep breath, Ryker smiled, smelling the Alphess’s scent rather strongly, and rapped on the door.
As soon as he pushed open one side and stepped foot in the lobby, he filled his nostrils with the scents permeating the room. His eyebrow arched slightly, but his lips merely curled into a small half smile. It smelled like there had been some recruiting going on in his absence. That was good. Unless, he reminded himself, someone had been recruiting an impressive number of wilders or even cocksure purebloods who’s first reaction to adversity is to pick a fight. Surely his Alphess would not be so foolish, though. Hopefully.
Striding past the desk clerk, who he remembered to be named Amanda, he lifted a hand in a cheerful wave and flashed his charming smile. “Good evenin’, Amanda. Long time no see. Can you tell me if Noctavia’s up in her suite?” The girl blinked, no doubt having to refocus her gaze off of the rather fresh, thin scar that decorated Ryker’s face from his left cheekbone to just the other side of his nose. “I-I’m not sure, sir,” she said, smiling slightly and with a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “I just came on shift.” Ryker nodded. “Ah, I see. Well, thank you anyways. Have a nice night, then,” he said, turning back towards the elevators and pushing the “Up” button. As he waited for his conveyance, he tugged on the front of his black sports coat and adjusted the lay of the black silk tie that adorned the front of his white shirt and dove down the center of a silver silk vest. At least the black pair of slacks that he wore were not too far outside of his normal style, but he had come directly from a business meeting in Dublin, and so had to dress the part.
A soft ding heralded the elevator’s arrival and as soon as the doors slid open, Ryker stepped inside and punched the button for the top floor. A rather short time later, the ding repeated itself and Ryker stepped out of the elevator on the top floor of the hotel. He had to give the hotel a bit of credit; the elevators were very fast. Standing outside of the Alphess’s room, he lifted his hand to knock, but paused, caught somewhat by surprise by the silver ring and embedded red diamond of the Dahling House. Taking a deep breath, Ryker smiled, smelling the Alphess’s scent rather strongly, and rapped on the door.