"At 27, I should be enjoying sweet, carefree relationships. But ever since my shocking first time with my first boyfriend at 20, I haven't been able to date anyone else. Why? Because size does matter. And because of this, I've coldly rejected even the obvious advances of one of my coworkers. Then one day, I stumbled into his lap—literally—and my hand accidentally brushed his thigh. And there it was. Something long and firm...like a baguette? I'm serious. It’s not about his loaded family. It’s about what’s in between his legs! Could there be more to the guy I turned down than meets the eye?"