If they went any further they were in danger of giving the Uber driver an eyeful. Thankfully they were driving up Fifth Avenue, and moments later they were at Aphrodite's building.
She led Michele to her private elevator, the better to shove her up against the wall and seize her lips in a demanding, fiery kiss that lasted almost as long as the journey to the penthouse did.
The doors opened onto the entry foyer, and she walked through to the living room. "Bedroom?" she asked. "Or right here?"