Screw that.

But the more I think about the why, the more unlikely it seems that three guys who don’t care what others think about them would go through all the trouble of the beckoning and the seduction, just to make it a show of a conquest.

This feels a lot more like a challenge.

I can avoid sticky situations all I want, but can ‘Trouble’ get herself out of trouble?

It’s with that thought that I take quick steps, hauling my ass back to the room they left me in. I throw the door open, flick the light on, and apologize to the couple now occupying the space.

I whip around, and sure enough, dropped perfectly in the corner where they had stood are three palm-size bottles of paint.

So much for a blank canvas, I can pretty much hear Ransom’s thoughts.

“Well-played, assholes.”

“Excuse you!” the girl snaps.

My eyes cut toward the glaring couple, and I toss them one, forcing the dude’s hand to fly up to catch it. “Put it on your hands and go to town.”

Without another word, I’m out of the room, through the hall, and with far more sass than before, I step back into the main party.

With one tube tucked beneath my arm, I pour some of the blue onto my palms and rub it in, slipping closer to the drink table where Cali stands with a group, and run my palm over her lower back, blowing her a kiss when she glances over her shoulder. She smiles and turns back to her conversation, and I continue on, placing my hands on someone’s shoulder as I slip by, on another’s hip as I squeeze between a few others, on my march toward Jules and the gang.

Scott, in his ridiculous white jeans, spots me coming, his words fading off as he glares at my dress on approach. He pushes to his feet, so I squeeze a fresh amount of paint over my fingers and rub it in.

I place one hand on his chest, and grip his bicep with the other, dragging it down his arm until I reach his fingers, where I steal his drink, downing it as my own.

Jules giggles from my left, her eyes bouncing over my outfit, and before she can ask, I’m handing her a bottle; she’s got it on her hands and is cupping her man’s junk.

Dax passes off his drink to me, so I down that one, too, and join Cali and a few other girls when they call me to the dance floor.

The last tube of paint is passed between them, and within minutes, everyone near is popping with a sexually placed flare of color.

When the way the girls move manages to get my blood pumping again, I laugh at myself, grab my shit, and go.

Clearly, I need to get laid.