Not only was Aaron already impressed with the Dark Hunter, but that impression spiked significantly after she explained how close she had gotten to Alcone.  In spite of himself, he released a low whistle, and then said, “I can definitely see how you’d be quite the convincing escort.  Shame you were denied the opportunity to complete the deed.”  He still felt that was a solid plan to get on the inside, however.<br/><br/>Vixaria’s stretch was in no way helpful.  Was that deliberate? Aaron thought.  Did she do that on purpose?  As if there wasn’t enough of her to look at and appreciate, her belly button ring was just added to the list.  The werewolf flinched internally at her comment about her backside.  Crap, was he<i>that </i>transparent?  Laughing, she strolled down the sidewalk, while he stood right where he was, enjoying the view her shapely bottom had furnished.  He figured if she went to the trouble of mentioning it, the least he could do was display some form of admiration.<br/><br/>Her glimpse over her shoulder caught him in the act, but he didn’t care.  There was no disputing where or what his eyes had been focused on.  Vixaria’s simple, one-word question was answered with a laugh of his own, as he finally hustled after her.  Catching up to her, he matched her stride as he walked by her side.  It would be downright rude to stay behind her, after all.<br/><br/>Aaron’s pack, as well as everyone else for that matter, had always heard of the Dark Hunters, but were never fortunate enough to meet or run into one.  Until now.  And here he was, not only with a Dark Hunter by his side, but a drop-dead gorgeous one at that.  His brothers would be jealous, for obvious reasons.  The shifter’s sisters, on the other hand, would be just as jealous, if not more so, purely for reasons only a female would understand.  If it ever came to pass, she would, in a heartbeat, receive his vote to become an honorary pack member.