Isabella bit her lip hard, her tone stiff. "She said she dated you for five years. And you... you liked to... do it from behind..."

She spoke in fragments, but Andrew, being so astute, clearly understood.

He flicked his cigarette with his long fingers, smirked cynically, "Those words might fool girl inexperienced like you, but nine out of ten men prefer that position."

His blunt words made her cheeks flush. She covered her heated face with her hand and retorted, "I believe anything you say. ...