The rest of the weekend wasn't exactly peaceful for James. One word from Eli and his job was under threat. Damned moral turpitude clauses! Damn his own curiosity for prompting him to go into that club in the first place!

When he wasn't called down by administration by mid-day, there was some relief. Maybe Eli wouldn't say anything. If he did, they might ask why he was there. Though it wasn't like they could kick a student out just for that. This wasn't some fancy private school, after all.

At least everything seemed fine. Until last period came and Eli shuffled through the door with the rest of the students in that class. Shit, James could barely look at him. He'd spent too much of the weekend trying to banish the memory of him swinging around a pole and crawling seductively... Stop!

Everything when fine during class. And after, as the students were filing out... "Eli? A word, please."