Hot Barista Novels & Stories

Even though she didn't know who he was and the position he had in the hotel, she knew he was a very important person judging from her boss' dealing with him. “A cup of black coffee with a bit of milk” Jack ordered while she bowed and left, reappearing beside the table a few minutes later with the cup of coffee. “Hmmm. Nice” Jack nodded affirmatively after taking a sip from his cup of coffee. “The coffee is great.” The manager smiled at him. “We brought in a new barister. She's the best at her work around here.” They soon started talking about work with the manager showing him some samples on the iPad. After going through the options, they finally settled on one.

When I get to my stop I come out and walk into Starbucks and wait in Line completely distracted by the song that was playing, "Can I help?" I hear the barista say "Hi, can I please have a large Latte and a large Mocha please?" "Sure, what’s the name?” “Olivia” – I say while she writes the name on the takeaway cups “It's 8.80$" – she says offering me a smile I get ready to pay "Here you go" and I give her money, as I get the change and start walking to the end of the counter to wait for the drinks I bump into a big, masculine, hard body

Now I just had to wait. After three more brutal songs of gibberish, a bean bag chair near my feet emptied. I tried to sit down, but it was impossible to do it gracefully. I nearly fell out and on to a couple sitting near my feet. I smiled and waved a sorry as I righted the damn thing. The barista came around. I ordered a chi tea. After I suffered through another two songs, it finally arrived. I took the tea from my low position while slipping her a five. She frowned. I slipped her another five. She still left with a crease on her forehead. Who knew flavored hot water was so damn expensive? I knew Karma was jerking me around. This was the absolute worse torture I could think of. This was prob

He ended the call and redialed another number almost immediately, scribbling something in his little black notebook while speaking in a relaxed tone. “Here you go—two cappuccinos and one iced caramel macchiato,” the barista said with a cheerful smile. I gave a polite smile in return, picked up the tray, and walked to Jarred’s usual seat—center table, right next to the glass wall. Always the best spot. I set his coffee in front of him and placed the two cups on my side. One was for me. The other was for Hade, who had already claimed the seat beside mine. He smiled, wide and childlike, as I handed him his drink.

“Oh, you mean one of them?” She nearly choked. Inside Caffé Noire, the air was scented with Madagascar vanilla and overachievers. People were typing on MacBook Pros, drinking espresso out of double-walled crystal cups, pretending to be authors, startup CEOs, or tortured philosophers. The chandeliers sparkled. The baristas wore silk aprons. The coffee? Started at half a cent and came with emotional damage. We sat at a corner velvet booth near the window. I snapped my fingers once—Mateo, my favorite barista, appeared instantly.

"There's my citation. But hey, can I bribe you with some coffee? My treat, of course." She shrugged. "Sure." "What's your poison?" "You know what? It's Sunday, and I'm working, so let's go nuts. I'll take a caffe mocha, no whipped cream." "Done and done. Settle in, and I'll be right back." I put in our order -- a black coffee for me, just so I'd be getting something and not look suspicious returning with only one cup -- and waited. It didn't take long; the baristas were in the zone, moving the line like the pros they were. I took our drinks over to the counter, grabbed napkins, straws, cream and sugar to give me something to do with my hands so my shaking didn't give away my panic, and oh ye

, asked Nevaeh in a rough voice with curiousity filled face. "Dear, am an experienced barista. l know myself how to behave to my customers. Sorry, if my words make you unhappy. But if you really need to enjoy our that special romantic item you need a lovable, romantic partner...l mean a kind of boyfriend not your mom like one. Otherwise you felt it as a normal tea. l think now you get the point", said the barista in a calm way with his tired eyes and went to serve that sweet coffee to a customer. The barista was one of those surviving sparks, one of the ones who held on to who they really were.

Baristas are supposed to be slow at first, especially celebrities. Beats me how this one just refuses to follow simple logic. He lines up three cappuccinos and does little hearts on them. Real, actual foam hearts, all symmetrical. I stare. “Are you… showing off?” I hiss under my breath. He flashes a smile. “It’s a competition if you want it to be.” “Competition?” “Who is the best teammate…that is a nice challenge, no?” Challenge accepted. We assemble drinks. Fast. Unreasonably fast since Dante should be a noob, but we actually fall into a rhythm. He takes orders, lines up cups, rips open packets, and pours hot milk with an efficiency that makes me consider forgiving him for his entire person

Just one other couple sitting in the corner, and a barista behind the counter who looked bored. The barista looked up when we entered, her eyes widening at our appearance. We must have looked terrible. Soaked with snow, shivering, half-frozen. "Are you two okay?" she asked with concern. "We are fine," Derek said. "Just got caught in the storm. Can we get two large hot chocolates?" "Of course," the barista said. "Go sit down. I will bring them to you." Derek guided me to a table near the fireplace. Real flames crackled behind the glass, radiating blessed heat.

He just stares at me with dead, judgmental eyes. "What can I get you?" "Uh... Black coffee." The barista doesn't even ask my name. He just swipes my card, makes the drink, and slams the paper cup onto the marble counter. Dark liquid slushes over the lid, burning my fingers as I grab it. But the heat is nothing compared to the ice that shoots through my veins when I drop my gaze. WHORE. I snap my head up. Blondie is staring right at me, a nasty, knowing smirk curling his lips.