The Hottest Cup of Coffee

I’m not sure which was more impressive, the way the barista artistically poured the foam into my cappuccino, or how her black top with the plunging neckline, barely kept her cleavage from spilling out as she bent over. She smiled as she watched my eyes move from the mug to her chest.

“Cappuccino. Enjoy,” she said with a Swiss accent and a knowing smile.

“Thank you,” I said with a little grin, unsure of exactly how this place worked. This cafe was well-known for serving coffee, along with extra special services. I made my way to one of the high-backed red leather booths which offered patrons a superficial veil of privacy.

I took a seat that offered me just a little view of the dimly lit cafe and its other patrons. The first sip of the cappuccino ignited my tastebuds. It was a truly well-made beverage. As I set it down on the saucer, an attractive blonde woman approached my booth.

“Would you like some company?” she asked. Her sheer blouse did little to hide her ample breasts.

I knew what she was really asking, and it’s why I chose this Swiss coffee shop in particular. “Yes, please,” I responded, patting the empty seat next to me in the booth.

“I’m Ella,” she said as she slid in the booth.

“Graham,” I responded with a smile.

Ella placed her hand on my thigh and glanced at the cappuccino before looking me in the eyes. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you,” I said as...