I'll ask Tim, the paralegal, out for coffee. Why not?

You find Tim in a cubicle in the offices of Howard, Johnston, and Blakely.

"Hi Tim," you say, putting your hands on his shoulders and then giving them a bit of a massage. "Working hard, or hard at work?" you ask, placing a sexy innuendo on the hard, and maybe hoping that he really is hard.

"Oh, Miss Jennifer!" he says, jumping up. Tim is young, right out of college.

"I know this is terribly, terribly forward of me," you say, stepping close to him and running your finger down his chest. "But would you be interested in maybe, joining me for a coffee? I saw a little intimate cafe on my way here." You slip a hand into his, interlacing your fingers. "We could talk and snuggle." You thrust your chest forward.

"Oh!" he says, ogling your tits and that valley of yummy cleavage you have. "Sure!!"

"Wonderful!" You say, as you put an arm around him and give him a squeeze.

This is going to be SO EASY, you think to yourself. Tim is so hot for you, he won't care about your past. And he seems easy to manipulate. You'll be able to get him to propose to you in no time!

You give his ass a squeeze as you exit the office, but then he gets a text on his phone.

Annoyingly, he stops to read the text.

"Come on, Tim," you say, in your sexiest voice, with a bit of a kitten whine in it. "Let's go."

He looks up from his phone. "I'm sorry, Miss Jennifer. I... uh... have just been told that no one from Howard, Johnston, and Blakely is allowed to socialize with you. That would be a violation of ethics."

"Oh, you don't need to pay attention to that, you say."

"Uh... yes, I do. Sorry. As much as I want to, I can't go out for coffee with you. Sorry."

He turns around, leaving you alone in the hallway, and miffed.

Shit. Maybe this is going to be harder than you think?