8
Mariachi music blared from the nightstand. Eliza woke with a start, fumbling to reach her phone. Jamie had been right. The music on her phone was annoying.
A picture of her best friend holding a margarita appeared on the screen. Riley.
"Hey, Ri. What's up?" She yawned, sitting up against the headboard. Every part of her body was tender. The muscles in her thighs ached, her n*****s were sore. Smiling to herself like a cat who stole the neighbor's cream, she'd knew she'd do it all over again.
"I got your message. So you're staying in some aristocrat's home? Where did you come up with the money for that?" Riley's voice made her a little homesick. She and Riley were as close as sisters. Riley always helped her get out of, what Riley termed, her 'pity party table for one' moods. Without h
