"Well, are you OK, darling?" Suri asked as she motioned for her daughter to sit down at the kitchen table.

Roxie nodded, not looking at Walker who was definitely boring holes into her face with his devilish smirk.

"Wow, you got your fresh squeezed orange juice, Walker," Roxie said, glancing in his direction momentarily.

"I usually get what I want."

Suri was uncertain what exactly was taking place, but she chose to ignore the banter between her daughter and now employer.

"When will you start painting?" Suri asked.

"This afternoon," Walker intercepted before Roxie could speak, "I have all new paints and art supplies already delivered to my guest house."

Roxie had barely bitten into the piece of bacon when she scowled, "Today?"

"Would you not like to begin as soon as possible?"

Roxie smiled, "No, I can start today."

"Good," Walker said, sipping his orange juice, "Very good."

Breakfast consisted of Suri speaking to Walker more than Roxie speaking to either one of them. By the time they were done eating, Roxie had barely touched her food.

"Are you feeling well?" Suri asked, "You're not coming down with something are you?"

"No, I'm not," Roxie said as she headed to the sink with her plate, followed by Walker who brushed up against her backside, "I feel fine."

"Yeah, you do.." Walker leaned in and whispered in her ear. Roxie brushed him off and scrubbed the dishes while Walker offered to dry and put them away.

"That's very kind of you, Walker," Suri asked, "Oh shoot! I am going to be late to tidy Mr. Haven's house! You kids have fun today. Hope it goes well, baby."

She hugged Roxie and grabbed her purse and off she went.

"What game are you playing?" Roxie asked when her mother left, "Where is evil Walker?"

"Do you want evil Walker? Evil Walker can still make you come.."

"I'm sure he can," Roxie said, "Why are you so nice to my mom?"

"Your mom is a nice lady."

"I'm not a nice lady?"

"You're a pest."

"I don't get you," Roxie shook her head, "You want me, you don't want me, you treat me well, you hate me...what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Maybe I am a psychopath," Walker finished drying off the last dish and turned to her, "Ya know, I never got a turn in the bathroom, little mouse."

"What do you mean?"

Walker smiled, "You know what I mean."

"I am not doing anything for you. You're probably recording us or telling all your friends what a terrible lay I am."

"Well, we haven't gotten there yet, have we?"

"We are never, ever getting there, Walker."

"Get on your knees."

"No..." Roxie tossed a towel at him and walked out of the kitchen, but Walker was on her in no time, turning her around and pulling her into his chest, "Walker, please..."

"Please what?"

"Please don't.."

"Would it be so bad to suck me off, little mouse? I fingered you—I made you come—I gave you pleasure.." His eyes were wide with excitement while Roxie's were wide with fear.

"You're taking this the wrong way," she whispered, "I don't even like you."

"We don't have to like each other to give each other pleasure."

Roxie wiggled out of his hold and headed to her room to change into something older, something she could paint in.

Walker waltzed in right behind her.

"You can wait out in the living room."

Walker flopped onto the bed and sighed, "I just had my fingers in your pussy. We're practically married."

"We are most practically not.." Roxie sighed and tossed off her pants and shirt before heading to her closet.

"You do have a beautiful body," Walker told her, "You should show it off more."

"Oh?" Roxie asked, "Should I?"

She was being sarcastic, but Walker had given her an idea.

"I think you're right," she said, looking at some of her more revealing outfits, "I am almost done."

"Take your time," Walker looked up at her ceiling, "I bet you think about me when you're lying here."

"Yeah, always," Roxie stepped out in faded overalls and her worn out sneakers.

"Now that's hot."

"It's old and I can get paint on it," Roxie shrugged, tucking the tank top into the sides, "You didn't have to buy me new supplies."

"I thought every artist liked new art supplies," Walker thought aloud as they headed out.

"I do, but I don't want to owe you," Roxie said as Walker held the door open for her and watched her climb into the Jeep, "Can you stop staring at my ass?"

"I like it."

They made their way to Oakwood and passed the main house at the Wells Estate—straight to one of the guest houses.

"Mom, you know Roxie," Walker said as the two women were reintroduced, "Roxie, my mom, Madeline."

"Hi, Mrs.Wells," Roxie waved, "It's nice to meet you again."

"Oh, call me Maddy!" Madeline smiled as her gaze shifted from her stepson back to Roxie, "Well, shal we get started?"

"Well, I usually talk to my client about what they want first and sometimes I draw a sketch—like an outline so they can kinda get a feel of what I am seeing in my mind."

"That sounds lovely," Madeline said, "This won't get out to Mr. Wells, yes?"

Roxie frowned, but she shook her head, "I won't tell a soul."

Walker put his arm around Roxie and pulled her into his side, "She's not a rat are ya?"

"Walker..." Roxie hissed, "Stop it."

Walker shrugged, "Let's go see the room and your art supplies."

When Roxie entered the room where Madeline wanted the painting done, she was taken by all of the new supplies that decorated the entire room.

"Oh, my God.."

Walker smiled, "I bought the store."

"You really got a lot of stuff!"

"No, I bought the store," Walker said, "I bought out the guy and all of his stuff. He can start his own studio now in Bend."

Roxie's eyes widened in disbelief, "You did that?"

"Yes, I must not have been evil Walker during that time."

Madeline settled at a table and offered some drinks, but Roxie declined, wanting to get down to business. While the two women discussed the painting, Walker kept his eyes on the little mouse. She was so gorgeous, but he'd seen that the first day she arrived in Myrtle with her head down and paint on her hands and a spot on her cheek.

Her first and only friends had been Felicity and Jesse, two people he wasn't fond of anyway. The Weeper's Den, Roxie's vamps, were kind, but there weren't many people her age in it so she didn't have a lot of people to hang out with.

It had been his fault she'd stayed an outsider, but it had been the war that brought her down completely.

"I think that sounds lovely!" Madeline beamed, winking at Walker who took great pride in making his mother happy, "You have such great talent. I saw the painting Walker bought from you. Amazing work!"

"My dad was an artist," Roxie said as she sketched a little more, glancing up at Walker who was now practically undressing her with his eyes, "I think that what you have in mind is great, Maddy. We can get started on it whenever you want."

"How about Tuesday?"

"Sounds great," Roxie said, "I have some childcare jobs lined up, but I can work around them."

Madeline looked up at the clock and back to Roxie, "That's great, dear. I must go. It's almost five."

"What happens at five?"

"My husband comes home," Madeline jumped from her chair and nodded to Walker, "Please, stay as long as you'd like, but use the back exit through the woods to leave."

"You got it, Mom."

With that, Madeline was gone.

Roxie pushed her chair back and stood up, stretching.

"I thought I was going to paint today," she said, "But this gives me time to,-"

Walker lifted her up and set her on the table, positioning himself between her thighs.

"Gives us more time to finish what we started at your house, little mouse."