I whip around and glare at him. “Slaves?” I growl. “What the f**k?”
Archer merely shrugs. “It’s an ancient Hayes tradition,” he says. “All employees are members of the Hayes Court of Slaves. It’s a highest mark of honor.”
“f**k you,” I hiss and shove his chest. “I’m not wearing this shit.”
“You don’t have choice,” Archer says, unamused. “I’ve tossed all your other s**t. It’s either that or be naked. Not that I give a fuck.”
I seethe. There’s no way I’m running around this campus naked. It’d give the pretentious, misogynist Hayes boys too much joy. Plus, I didn’t want my t**s and ass out for everyone to judge.
“I’m not going to the f*****g dance,” I throw back.
“Again, you don’t have a choice.”
“Why do I need to be there? Mia and I can stay home instead of being paraded around like s
