Fine, I can respect that. I'll approach him after work. She refused to admit that he had her phone number and could have called her anytime.

The next day, Isabelle dressed to the nines and arrived at the office with an expectant smile, only to again be disappointed. Tuesday was a repeat of Monday. Grant barely acknowledged her existence and never once met her eyes. He couldn’t run away two days in a row, so instead he closeted himself in his office, feigning phone calls whenever she popped in to bring him files.

The more aloof he acted, the more Isabelle's ire grew. How dare he ignore me after playing with my body so intimately?

Her attempts at engaging him in conversation were met with polite evasions, and somehow she couldn’t manage to speak to him alone after work.

She tried to corner him again on Wednesday. “Grant," she said, "about Saturday night-”

"Sorry, I’m needed down in accounting," he said, cutting her off abruptly. “Can this wait until later?”

Of course, later never came.

By the end of the day on Thursday, Isabelle had reached her boiling point. Like a trained military operative, Grant evaded her using skills and techniques that defied belief. She even attempted the oops-I-dropped-my-pencil routine while wearing a stupidly short skirt. For a moment, when she’d straightened, she thought she saw a flicker of interest in his eyes, but just as quickly the polite mask she’d come to hate came over his face again.

Screw him. She needed to go at this differently. Instead of waiting for him to act or say something to acknowledge what had transpired between them and continue from there, she plotted an operation of her own, called Operation: Get The Boss. It was simple, really.

On Friday, she brought what she needed to accomplish her first objective in a large carry all. When he told her at five o’clock he would be working late, she was ready. He also ordered her to run across the street to fetch him some dinner before she left-with no mention of dinner for her, of course. No matter. It gave her the perfect excuse to implement her plan and bring him to heel.