Isabella lay sprawled across her queen-sized bed in the dim glow of moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains of her bedroom window. The humid night air of the small Mexican town clung to her skin, making her simple white tank top stick to the curves of her full breasts.

At twenty-two, she was a vision of youthful Latina allure a long, dark hair fanned out on the pillow, full lips parted slightly in sleep, and her olive-toned legs tangled in the rumpled sheets.

She wore only the tank ...