Dr. Pierce Rossi has been the star of my steamiest fantasies since I was seventeen.
He’s the star of most women’s fantasies, maybe even my own mother’s.
He even has my father eating out of the palm of his hand.
He’s a rich doctor who rides a motorcycle.
So it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s a notorious ladies’ man too,
…and fourteen years older than me.
You do the math. I sure have. Over and over again.
It all adds up to one simple conclusion: He’s off-limits.
Or at least he is until my father makes me angry enough not to care anymore.