First You Fall
Maisie Dalton fixed things. And Niall Horan was definitely broken.
Did anyone’s day ever go well without coffee? Maisie Dalton’s sure didn’t. Walking through the streets of downtown Los Angeles in six inch heels was always an adventure but without the promise of a large cup of coffee in her future, it was positively horrifying. She’d grown accustomed to the disgusting cat calls from construction workers as she walked by, some days she wondered if these men had ever been in the presence of a female before. What woman was honestly going to respond to, “Hey Baby, lookin’ hot today. Wanna ride me home?”
She curled her fingers around the cold steel of the handle on the huge glass door to her office building. Some days opening that heavy ass door was harder than others. This day was definitely the latter.
Before she’d taken two steps into the lobby she had a large cup of something shoved into her face while her assistant, Grant tried to help get her coat off. Maisie breathed a sigh of relief as she lifted the cup to her lips,
“You’re a lifesaver.”
Grant opened his mouth to protest but was quickly silenced when Maisie gagged. She looked up at him, her mouth twisted in confusion,
“What the hell is in this?”