I must have spent too much time checking her out because when I looked up she was smiling at me with a knowing look. I quickly gave her a hug and a p...ck on the cheek (being careful not to press my growing erection against her) and put the dinner on the table. We ate and talked about the usual things and after we had finished we put the dishes in the dishwasher and went out to the patio to have a drink. The whole time we were sitting outside I couldn't stop looking at her calves and feet.. " But I miss you already."I saw the briefest of smiles cross Saya's face before she returned to her professional demeanor. "But your actions may embarrass me." She turned and scanned the hallway to ensure that we were alone. "In private, I am all yours. But in public, we have an image to protect. It is very important for me to save face. Please, at work I am only the President's assistant."On one level I felt hurt. It almost sounded like she was ashamed of dating me. But then my brain kicked in. Brunette. Upscale chair. She had a backpack in her lap. I’ve seen her on campus before, but never at close range. “I’m Kinsey Griffin. You’re Cindy Richards, I believe...”“I believe I am,” I said. “Happy to meet you.”“Word around is that you’re all over engineering.”“Yeah, that’s the story. Electrical engineering, branched off into robotics. Our company, 3Sigma Robotics, stays tied to the university.”“And your leg?” as she eyed my cast (not really a cast – those were plaster).“Car. It was built to resemble a two-story Spanish Hacienda with tan stucco walls, white trim, and a red tiled roof. The place was large with three bedrooms, two baths, a swimming pool, and all the other amenities. It had once been a five bedroom home, but after knocking out a wall and investing in some creative carpentry, the place now boasted a well-equipped BDSM dungeon."How can they afford this?" Dad wondered, being the financial guy he was. "I thought Jim was still looking for a job." Oh, he's.