Hello lovelies. First time at a longer story. This one is going to be chapter based, so sorry in advance that it is so short. Hope you guys like it. Any criticism is greatly appreciated (as I am my own editor).
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It wasn't supposed to be this way. This night was supposed to go by much differently.
Josette Matthews sipped at the mixed drink before her, gaze floating through the crowd of dancers in the club. She spied her best friend, Emmalee, dancing, rather provocatively she might add, with a stranger. This night was supposed to be just the two of them. But, as per usual, Em was latched to any available piece of meat she could find. Why did Jo think this night would be any different than others? Because her boyfriend of 3 years had dumped her for his younger, hotter secretary?
With a snort of disgust, Jo took a long gulp from the glass. "Woah, careful there, little lady. Drink one of those too fast, and you won't even remember blacking out." The cheerful, Southern voice sounded beside her. Jo lifted her gaze over the rim of the glass, taking in the handsome man before her.
With deep, emerald eyes and shaggy blond hair, the man seemed out of place in this dark bar. Frankly, Jo seemed out of place as well. Her only saving grace being the clothes Em had dressed her in for their evening out on the town. The man held out a hand, gesturing at the seat before her.
"Mind if I take a seat?"
Jo shook her head, replacing her glass on the table. Her gaze drifted back to her dancing friend before locking on the stranger. The man turned, following her previous gaze, then turned back around, shaking his head. "Came here with a friend, huh? Then she ditched ya. Oh, sorry about that. Where are my manners? Name's Tanner, Tanner Clark. Nice to meet you."
He extended his hand across the table, which Jo shook.
"Jo Matthews. Likewise."