CHAPTER 18Khaliyha and Cristian were fatigued. Malik had carried the man from the airport the previous night and after a day of tour and some shopping on Fifth Avenue they returned to the hotel laden with packages. After showering they went to have dinner in a nearby restaurant. Most of the New Yorkers had already eaten, so it was not difficult for them to get a table; Khaliyha noticed that after a year and a half living in Argentina their habits had changed, including the hour of dinner.
They returned to the hotel hand in hand, took an espresso in the coffee shop, and then went up to the room. There Khaliyha took his hand and said sweetly.
“Undress me slowly.”
“You want to repeat our first night?
“No. That was a whirlpool, a hurricane. Let´s leave it for another day. Now love me with
