Reyna Arriaga

Meet Reyna Arriaga, the newest face in Playboy. She’s petite and all natural—dark hair, brown eyes, and warm, sun-kissed skin that’s soft to the touch. Born the youngest in Los Angeles, she grew up knowing every indulgence. She laughs about it now: the baby of the family, spoiled by her parents and brothers. In high school she ran every pep rally, won the title of Most Spirited, and never once felt shy about the spotlight. By day she counts cash at a downtown bank; after hours she stepped into modeling this year after a stranger spotted her in a club. She wore a skimpy top and a skirt even shorter, and the offer came straight: would she consider Playboy? She sent the photos, barely expecting a reply, then stared at the return email for five full minutes. Now she’s getting comfortable in front of the camera, savoring the idea that other women might look at her the way the magazine does. When the lights go down, she’s curled up with a tearjerker, or out dancing with friends until sunrise. She won’t waste time on a man who barks orders, but she melts for the right pair of hands. Strong arms that can lift her clean off the floor, a mouth that meets hers without asking first—she admits the thought alone makes her breath catch. Her fantasy still wears Ryan Gosling’s face, yet the real thing, she insists, is finally within reach.