Hot Coffee Novels & Stories

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.

Tiara's POV "Mam that would be 5 dollars." Paying the barrister, I took the warm coffee in my hand. Though I prefer cold coffee over warm, Rory's cafe sells one of the best chocolate coffee, hence I love my coffee from this cafe. Stepping out of the cafe. I tucked one hand in my hoody pocket and tugged my woolen hoody tighter. In a failed attempt to keep my body a bit warm. Since the winters have arrived in New York.

Besides the bed, there is a desk with a computer, a television, and a large table in the middle of the room; Hugo sits there and invites Jefferson to sit with him. Jefferson sat across from Hugo, who was opening their drink, handing him the glass along with a paper straw that would soften a few hours. "I bought you a frappuccino with extra whipped cream. I hope you like it." Jefferson just nodded and drank it. He likes almost all types of coffee, and as long as the smell of the coffee still can refresh his eyes, Jefferson will definitely like it. While Hugo sipped his drink, from its color, it looked like he ordered matcha. "It tastes good, right?"

10- 9 am talk Athena took a sip from her coffee mug, savoring the rich aroma that filled the air. This was already her third cup of coffee, and it was only 9 am. The caffeine coursing through her veins fueled her determination as she prepared for the day ahead.

Harold! I gave him his coffee first, there was no other motive, just because his coffee was different, double espresso, the others were almost the same! If the others got knocked over it still wasn't fatal, if someone got his coffee, could it be lek, aka drunk? That's how bitter it is! But... maybe for people who are used to it, drinking coffee without sugar is just fine, even said to be able to enjoy the real aroma and taste of coffee without being damaged by sugar! Understandably, I'm a non-sweet-not-cool person, so I can't relate!

He yells I glance at the clock again, keeping count of the time "Don’t put too much caffeine in my coffee, I don’t like it at all." "Okay fine now will you come with me" "Also, don’t add too much milk to my coffee." He rolls his eyes "Holy shit! Are you serious right now?" Glancing at the clock again I turn back to look at him. "Look Ashton, no more coffee talks, just come with me." He says I clear my throat "Why is my coffee bitter when I specifically told you to never add too much caffeine and sugar to my coffee." "Oh my God! Enough of the stupid coffee thing, I’m sorry okay, I will make you a better coffee but please now we are in a crisis."

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”

This is black coffee, not a dessert. Serve at exactly 135°F. Too hot, and he’ll burn his tongue. Too cold, and you might as well hand in your resignation. The handle must always be facing him. If he has to turn the cup, you have wasted his precious time. Do NOT stand there waiting for a reaction. If he drinks it without a word, you’ve succeeded. If he glances up at you… please kindly meet me at my office to hand in your resignation. Honestly, as I read through the book, I realized I probably wasn’t the first to be given this, and there had been many others before me. That only made me more nervous because it meant plenty of people had been fired despite having this goddamn book.

Somehow, the smell of freshly brewed coffee made me more suspicious than comforted these days. Especially when it came wrapped in Jeff’s handwriting. “Thought you could use a pick-me-up. —J.” It wasn’t the first time. In fact, it was the fourth morning in a row that a perfectly warm cappuccino—made exactly how I liked it, just shy of scalding and with extra cinnamon—had been waiting on my desk by the time I got in. And today, there was a twist.

She glanced at the cup, noting his gaze still on the screen, and spoke in a calm, even tone: “It’s hot—drink it now, Mr. Gallagher.” Chase looked up, his deep eyes narrowing as he fixed her with a piercing gaze. “Didn’t Zane tell you I like my coffee cold?” “What?” Harper blinked, narrowing her own eyes at the cup in her hand, fingers clenching slightly. He was deliberately teasing her. She raised an eyebrow and offered a dazzling smile. “Mr. Gallagher, the optimal drinking temperature is eighty-five Celsius. Perfect right now.” “Is that so?” He arched his handsome brow and elegantly lifted the cup to his lips.