Here you are, standing in front of a house that belongs to a well-known judge. Tonight, your goal is to convince him to not give your client a harsh sentencing.

Knocking on his door, you watched as the door opened, revealing Miguel holding a glass of wine. He was a few years older than you but hot for his age.

"Fuck," He sighed. “How did you get my address?" You push your way inside his home, invading his humble mansion.

Everything was very neat but lifeless. “Where's your wife?" "Not married." You smiled at his monotone answer.

"You need to leave—" You pressed a finger against his lips, silencing him. "Be nice to my client,” you sweetly said.

While analyzing your outfit, he nodded. He then surprisingly wraps his arm around your waist, pressing both your bodies together. “How about we make a bargain?” He then smirks.