Hot Barista Novels & Stories

Keeping his body facing slightly away so he didn’t seem like he was coming onto her, he gently persisted, “When you’re out at a restaurant at night don’t they always ask if you want coffee with your dessert? The answer is always…” “Yes,” she smiled. “Exactly! It’s always yes.” He downed his cup. It was a bitch to make espresso last even when there were three shots of it. He called over, “Terry, I need a couple more. It’s gone already.” “I wonder why,” the barista laughed. “You’re addicted!” XXX

“I really love their cappuccino. They're hands down the best Café in town.” “And the only ones with a grumpy barista.” I'd never seen her happy before. Every time, she looked as if she'd just been woken up from a 2-hour nap and forced to work for 22 hours a day. He smiled. “That's the charm. Most people come over just for her.” He took another sip of his drink. “So, as I was saying —”

“If YOU have a problem you can take it up with Aubrey’s boss, Alpha Adonis Zachariah!” “Not THE Alpha Adonis Zachariah?!” Wilson asks. “Oh! The one and only,” Avery says nonchalantly. I get our iced coffees from the cute barista. He’s a hybrid from the smell of him. Too bad he’s so young and probably still has a mate out there waiting to meet him. “We have shopping to do and plans to make. Get out of my way, Big Bad Wolfie!” I say teasingly as I strut past Wilson with my head held high and be sure to sway my hips to emphasize what he is missing.

The barista, a freckle-faced teenager with curly brown hair and olive skin, fumbled to raise his head from the mobile badly hidden behind the register when Vivienne made it to the front. Painting on a patented magazine smile, she greeted him politely, “Hi, could I get a black coffee for here? Medium, please.” “Um…” Dark blue eyes went wide behind the round frames of his glasses. The phone slipped out of his hands and clattered very loudly on the ground.

Who the hell wears such gloves to serve coffee? He set the tray down wordlessly and turned to leave. Dante’s voice cut through the moment like a blade. “Wait.” The barista froze, mid-step. Dante leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing, lips tugging into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “It’s our first time here,” he said coolly. “Don’t you think you should welcome us? Or is your customer service as dead as your espresso?” The man didn’t reply. He didn’t even twitch.

From Kaziel. 'Will you let me explain what you saw?' I stare at the message, embarrassed. He definitely saw me. There's no escaping this. It doesn't matter. I should cut things off early on. It's the only way to stop myself from getting attached. I take a deep breath, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest. "Vanilla honey latte with oat milk for the pretty lady." I look up at the sound of a masculine voice. The barista handing me the cup has a smirk that could get him into trouble and warm hazel eyes that sparkle like he's already found some. His curls are a dark brown, one lock falling right over his eyebrow.

His mission was accomplished. “What seems to be the problem here?” Jeslyn asked, her tone firm but polite as she met the man’s eyes. “Problem? You put something in my drink! My throat’s burning and my head’s spinning! Do you think I’m stupid?!” the man shouted. Jeslyn narrowed her eyes and turned to Livia. “What did he order?” “Just a regular vanilla latte, Sis. Same as other customers. The barista made it, I only served it,” Livia answered, trembling.

"I apologize if I seem confused, but isn't it possible to make an exception? I've seen others enjoying hot chocolate here before." "I'm sorry, miss, but we're not allowed to do that." "Don't tell me that, because I saw a guy who just came from here at your cafe, and he was carrying hot chocolate with a logo on the takeout cup of your café!" I said angrily to the barista and raised an eyebrow at him. "Boss Tyler made it himself for that guy he was with the whole day, Miss Jessica" "Tyler's here? With that faggot?" The barista named Caleb who's a bit familiar, turned at me with a deadly glare.

“Yes, perfect!!” Elliott yelled. “This is exactly what I’m talkin’ about!” Standing under a sign that read Hotties Coffee, the redhead barista opposite him laughed and handed him his usual triple espresso from across the counter. “Every day is almost like your first time.” He pointed at the drink, completely missing the gleam of longing she barely hid behind teenage eyes. Boyish enthusiasm coming from a devilishly handsome man in a snug, exquisitely tailored black suit was truly disarming.

His green eyes dart down to her lips then back up to her mischievous expression. The barista behind the counter breaks the tension. “Good morning, what can I get for you?” the barista asks, she is a young woman with light blond hair pulled back neatly into a low ponytail. She is wearing a red-and-white vertically striped button-up shirt, layered under a brown apron tied around her waist. “Two cappuccinos and a chocolate chip muffin,” Zack said gruffly, looking over at Anna’s playful face. The barista types on the touch screen monitor in front of her, before saying, “Alright, that will be out soon. You may pay so long.” The card machine beside the monitor flickered to live and Zack easily tap