It truly didn't, which probably worked to their advantage else their driver would find himself a most unwilling voyeur. As they slowed to a stop in front of the entrance of her building, Lust snagged one more quick kiss before she reluctantly slid off of her new seat of Desmond's lap and ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to smooth it back into place should it be needed.
"You, sir, are a dangerous, dangerous man. You and that silvered tongue of yours, for that matter. Fortunately for the both of us though, I'm rather fond of dangerous men." Her lips were curled upward as she slid from the cab, pausing long enough to extract the cost of their ride and a very generous tip before smoothing her skirt back down her thighs as she waited for her companion to join her. Her doorman tipped his hat as he waved the two through and within a few more moments, she was finally home. Her shoes were happily kicked off as soon as she stepped inside and she reached out to take back her carry on.
"I'll take that bloody thing off your hands, and you go ahead and make yourself comfortable. The wet bar is over behind the chaise, please help yourself, I'm just going to toss this off in my office and I'll be right back out, m'kay?"