Coffee Maid Novels & Stories

"But it might work. We just have to be careful not to reveal too much about our own plans." We continue to debate different strategies, each of us taking turns playing devil's advocate, until a maid comes into the room with a tray of coffee. She set it down on the table in front of us. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room as she poured it into our cups. The aroma was strong, and it was clear that the coffee had been freshly roasted. As she handed us our cups, I could see the steam rising from the dark liquid, making my mouth water. The coffee was served with a side of milk, cream and sugar, and Lia quickly added a splash of milk and a cube of sugar to her cup. After setting dow

As if unable to refuse Carol White's invitation, Tristan entered the workroom of the woman who owns the boutique, he sat down and was given a cup of coffee by Carol. A cup of black coffee with a fragrant aroma made Tristan unable to refuse the cup of coffee he got from Carol. Slowly, Tristan lifted the coffee cup, still steaming hot, and sipped. "You like it?" Carol White smiled because Tristan wanted to drink the coffee he served. "It smells terrific. What kind of coffee do you use?"

She folded her hands in her lap, smiled politely at me. We drove in silence for a moment. "What kind of coffee?" I saw her quick smile in the low lights of the dash. "French press Volcanica Dark Roast Sumatra Mandheling." I groaned. "I'll take the coffee and thank you and consider myself lucky." She squirmed in her seat a little as she nodded. "I just got a fresh bag. I used up my regular stuff this morning. I've been jonesing for a cup all day." She rubbed her palms together.

It was really good. Eevonne looked at Ruth and Sabrina with her eyes widened. "What…what is the brand of this coffee? Why is it so delicious?" Sabrina smiled. "Doesn't it taste bitter at first but then sweet after that? Also, the sweetness at the end makes you want to keep savoring it?" Eevonne nodded. "Mm-hmm. Yes." Sabrina let out a long sigh. "This coffee is called…cat poop coffee." Eevonne uttered, "Oh…"

By the time I carried the tray back into the office, I had almost convinced myself this wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Almost. Employees accepted their cups gratefully. A few looked far too entertained by this situation. Traitors. Finally, I approached Zion’s office with the last cup. He barely looked up from his laptop as I placed it in front of him. Then he took one sip. And paused. Uh oh. “I drink my coffee black,” he said calmly. Silence. I blinked once. “No sugar.” I looked down at the cup. Cream. Sugar. Disaster. My soul temporarily left my body.

He ask when I am about to open the door already. My heart is beating so fast as I slowly faced him. "Uhm that's a coffee shake, Sir." I answered hesitantly. "I told you not to disturb me. Did you buy this?" He ask calmly and I can't believe it, it thought he will be mad. "I personally made that, Sir." I answered, still nervous. I blink twice as I watched him tried to drink it. He started drinking a lot from it as he slowly nodded. "This is cafe mocha, this is my favorite coffee. How did you make it?" He ask while staring at the coffee bottle I used.

Curious, I approach and see that a group of other maids are gathered there, chattering excitedly. I said a few words of greeting and I quickly made my way through the crowd and into the kitchen. I grab a clean mug from the cupboard and set it on the counter. I measure out the coffee beans and grind them using the electric grinder. The aroma of freshly ground coffee fills the kitchen and makes my mouth water. I add water to the coffee maker and turn it on. As I waited for the coffee to brew, a young lady in the maid's uniform walked up to me, her hair was red colored and she made it a habit to catwalk.

I didn't want her to notice that she was bugging me by just asking me that question so I politely responded. “It's a mocha green latte. With extra foam.” She visibly cringed and I rolled my eyes internally. I should have just kept the name to myself. “What's the extra foam supposed to do? Make it any less bitter?” “It's not bitter. It's healthy,” I insisted, hoping that she sensed the finality in my tone but apparently, she did not because she continued anyway. “Who wants to drink a green coffee? It's like they blended grass, put it in a cup, added some milk and served it to you.”

The attendant, a clean-cut, nice-looking man, moved towards him and bent down to take his order, his soft deodorant enchanting those around him. “Good morning, sir. What would you like to order this morning?” “I will like to order coffee. Which variants do you have?” “Anyone you like to order, sir, we have cappuccino, latte, and espresso, and we can even concoct any type you want, and oh, there’s instant coffee too,” teasing Cameron. “I will like the cappuccino, cream, and two sugars. Make it steaming hot.” "Yes, sir, coming right up,” he answered, noting some things in the little notepad he was holding.

Large I grabbed mine too and told everyone grab something if they wanted it. Large white chocolate hazelnut iced coffee with light ice and topped with whipped cream. Then I told everyone else to grab something if they wanted it. “Thank you,” she said reaching for it. I slid it away from her because it was not just that easy. She should know me better than that. “What are our new elite members going to think about you seeing how you hold your own mate’s coffee for ransom?” she asked, tilting her head. Her eyes flicked from me to the coffee and back.