Coffee Maid Novels & Stories

Gemma asked as she grabbed her black Jimmy Choo wallet out from her designer bag and looked at her cold friends. Maddie fixed her blonde hair, putting it back into place after the wind had blown it around. She sat more comfortably on the black and green couch, sinking into the red pillows behind her. She looked up at Gemma as she grinned “I know what you want” Gemma smiled “You coffee fiend” “Hey, what can I say, a Piccolo Latte completes me” She sighed dramatically “I don’t know how you drink that stuff!” Cindy shuddered “Could I just have a Green Tea, oh oh no wait; a organic ginger peach white”

The hall was quiet, with no sign of anyone else. She quickly handed him the tray. When he opened the lid of the mug, the overwhelming smell of burnt almonds was the first thing that hit his nostrils. e cringed immediately, looking up at her with his sharp eyes, "What's this smell in the coffee?" Her lips parted and her eyes widened, "Your mom... I.. she's having back pain, so she ordered I add herbs to her coffee," the maid sputtered and Zach's eyebrows narrowed. "Who adds herbs to coffee? Whatever, I'll take it to her, so scram!"

CHAPTER 144—What's Her Problem This Time? Nishane's Point of View "GOOD morning. May I take your order, Ma'am." Mirae's voice was lively when I heard her take the first order this morning at the coffee shop. We opened a little past noon but as always, there were many customers waiting outside for us to open. "Can I have two slices of Tiramisu and two Iced Americano for dine in," answered the female customer. It looks beautiful and sophisticated.

"But--" "Ah!" Cole cuts me off, holding up a finger, silencing me. "Herbal tea," He smiles, handing me a hot mug of steaming crap. I glance down at the tea and back at him. "What the hell is this?" I question, wrinkling my nose, and Cole smirks. "Decaffeinated tea. It's camomile. It's relaxing." He informs me, and I stare at him blankly. "Honey, if I wanted to relax, I would have stayed in bed. I got the coffee because I need to wake up." I argue, and Cole shrugs while he sips my latte and moans in delight.

When Bianca sat back in the high chair, she saw that he hadn't moved and was still thinking. Mat mechanically grabbed the coffee cup and gasped. "This is..." "A mochaccino. I wanted to try the recipe to offer it to customers," she explained. "What do you think?" "Mmm, too chocolatey for my taste, but why not? It should please the ladies who are passing by." Then he fell back into his thoughts. "Bianca, I want you to take care of yourself tonight." She let the edge of the cup rest on her lips and raised an eyebrow.

It tasted bitter; notes of caramel, dark chocolate, and even something that felt like smoke. "I'm not letting you take my builder, Kade." "Well, who brewed this coffee?" I had to ask, hoping he would give that one away. But no such luck when he smiled and said, "Oh, that's me. But you already have me." We sat down on pillows, legs crossed and waited for the chef to finish whatever he started. "It's been years since you came here, Kade," Caine pointed out. He gently placed his cup on a saucer. "I never thought that you would return on very uncomfortable circumstances."

Ariana pushed to the front, her voice tight. “Ethiopian Yirgacheffe. Single-origin. Ninety-three degrees. Blue cup.” The barista, a young man with tired eyes, blinked. “Uh… we don’t measure by degrees, ma’am. And the blue cups are for VIP lounge members.” Ariana’s stomach dropped. She glanced at her watch. Four minutes gone. “Please,” she said, lowering her voice. “It’s for Damien Voss. I need to get it to his office before even minutes.”

. I got down from the bike went round the building to the enterance and dashed into the building to get the coffe Liam had ordered. I went over to the pretty lady I saw at at the counter. '' Hi can I get a cup of black ivory coffee?'' I asked her. '' Yes ma'am. Coming right up'' she said as she took my order and went to prepare the coffee .When she was done she gave it to me and I gave her twenty dollas and asked her to keep the change. I walked fast out of the building and saw the handome man on the power bike waiting for me.

"Can I get two black coffees and a loaf of the sourdough?" The girl looked up. Her eyes, a sharp, striking hazel, scanned my face. She didn't look hostile, just highly observant. "You are new," she noted, wiping her hands on a rag. "Just passing through," I replied, keeping my tone casual. "Is the sourdough fresh?" "Baked it at dawn," she said, turning to grab a paper bag. She slid a heavy, crusty loaf inside and handed it across the counter. "I'm Maya. I run the caffeine and carbs operation in this sector."

Annoyed, I threw the cup on the floor and glared at my maid. “What the hell is this? Can anyone call this coffee? This is purely Chicory!” The maid took a step back in apprehension, lowering her eyes. “I’m sorry, Mr Anderson.” “What do you mean sorry? Did you forget how to make coffee?” “Actually, Mr Anderson, I don’t know how to make a good cup of coffee.” “What? But you've been making it for three years now.” “That wasn’t me, Mr Anderson. That was Miss Cassie. She used to go out and get the best coffee grains for you and brew it. But after she has gone, we’ve begun using instant mix, and it doesn't taste that good.”