How to seduce an old man.

This is the title of my future book. The entire content will be "Don't be his wife", because in my experience, that's pretty much all it takes. A nice strut, boobs, and great legs don't hurt.
Also, if you can go for someone who is not allowed, or just really really shouldn't (read: a professor, a married man, a guy who has kids, someone who works for your father, or someone who is more than one of these), then your chances automatically skyrocket.
So far I feel fairly certain that I have seduced two men.
In one case I spent an entire year on the receiving end of lectures, personal question meetings, advisor e-mails, and red letter grades. Over the course of the entire year I could feel his resistance to my I'm-stripping-you-with-my-eyes gaze breaking down. The addition of a few unnecessary office pop-ins, and a post card from a popular Spring Break destination broke his spirit entirely. So much so, that on the occasion of our last meeting I was granted quite a surprise as I sauntered into his tiny corner office, wondering as-per-usual if the door would be soundproof if locked and stuffed under with towels. As I gave him a once over, and began visually scrolling south, I noticed something shiny resting on his desk. I immediately recognized it as the gold wedding ring I'd despised all year. Why wasn't it on, I wondered to myself, as I looked up and met his eyes. For a second he seemed to be telling me something, but then he averted, so naturally I followed, only to find myself starting back at the ring, and then once again caught in a gaze with him.
Unfortunatly my white Protestant ancestry chose that exact moment to catch up with me, and the impropriety of the moment, as the potential sadness of his wife dawned on me. So a years worth of work had to be abandoned in hopes of one day receiving reward for my act of Christian love and female solidarity.
However, it seems I've found a new victim, a more dangerous one on top of it.
I've been exchanging glances with a lawyer at my father's firm, where I work. I make sure to walk by his glass walled office each time I have a job downstairs. It's best on days where I wear my short shorts, and I know he's forced to think, "Wow, after punching out three kids, my wife's ass looks nowhere near as good as that one." Usually I look at him while thinking "You want to fuck me" over and over in my head, just for good measure, and in case he's a mind reader.
Usually we wave, or smile, but today I only had one free finger, so I waved with that. In response I got a goofy and unnecessarily large toothy grin. Most likely he was mimicking the way I always joke with everyone, in an attempt to make me see that he can be young and hip too, even though he's only in his early forties, if even.
I think the next phase is going to be dropping things, which may then lead into stopping into his office, hot and flustered, with several key buttons missing from their holes.
Either way, I'm pretty sure I've got this one too, and feel fairly confident in saying that if I want to, I could probably map the back seat of his BMW by the end of the summer.