Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 6 (Salty Much)

Emma's POV

I woke up at 5:30 the next morning. I brushed my teeth then combed my thick hair before heading to

the kitchen to make his highness's coffee.

The clock struck 6:00 and the telephone rang. He instructed me to bring the coffee up to his bedroom

on the top floor. I walked, carefully, with the coffee on a tray so it wouldn't spill over from the exhausting

journey I had to take up the stairs. His bedroom door was slightly open.

I pushed through and called for him. "Mr. Hollen, I brought your coffee!"

Silence.

"Mr. Hollen?" I called again.

He appeared from the area I assumed was the bathroom with a red bath towel wrapped around his

waist, and another drying his wet hair. His chest screamed come lick me. The lush V-line carved out his

six pack perfectly. I couldn't help admiring him. Everything moved in a slow motion then the stupid

coffee just had to fall over onto the floor.

"What the actual fuck, Emma!"

"I'm... ah... so... rry," I was lost in words as I dropped to pick up the broken pieces. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hol--"

"Get a damn broom, and don't use your hands. Are you crazy?"

The tears came. Suddenly, someone else appeared behind him and held his waist.

"Where do you get these incompetent maids? She can't even serve a cup of coffee," the woman said

with an upturned face. She was slender and wrapped in a bath towel also.

She has to be his fiancee, I assumed.

"Get the cleaning products and clean this shit up, Emma!" he ordered.

I got up, turned on my heels and ran downstairs to the storeroom. My eyes were stinging with tears, but

I quickly wiped them away. I had to be professional not a child. I couldn't cry because of one accident. It

was an accident.

I went back to his room and cleaned the spill.

"Oh, and when you're finished, come and change the sheets and lay fresh ones," the lady instructed

me, as if she was the one who hired me.

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

She turned to Mr. Hollen and gave him a passionate kiss, like I wasn't even there. My heart twisted in

my chest, squeezing the blood away.

I shouldn't be feeling this way, I reminded myself. He would never look at someone like me.

His fiancee looked like a supermodel with her olive skin, while I was a light caramel. He was way out of

my league.

I wiped the tears from my over-sized glasses.

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I made my breakfast and waited for Agnes and Halley to come in.

"Good morning, Emma. Well, today is the day that the real work begins. Mr. Hollen instructed me last

night to let you know how we do things around here," Agnes said as she moved to make her breakfast.

"Every maid has her own room and should keep it tidy at all times. He doesn't invade our personal

space, but we must remember this isn't our house. It's his. Mr. Hollen has us assigned for special

things. For instance, I'm the chef and in charge of the kitchen. If anything goes wrong with his food, it's

my behind the grill. Halley is responsible for the cleaning and tidying, and you're assigned to his coffee

and assisting Halley with the cleaning. We each have a role to play, but we're a team and must act as

such.

"You work a 6:00 a.m to 2:00 p.m shift. You're off on weekends, and get a half day once a week. Under

no circumstances do you clean his study unless he tells you to do so." She was flowing as if she'd been

saying this all her life.

"I understand."

"Did he get his coffee?"

"No, I spilled it in his room." A single tear started to fall.

"Well serve up another cup."

I began to remake the coffee.

He entered the kitchen, dressed in a sharp black suit with a light blue shirt.

"Good morning, sir," Agnes greeted.

"Morning, Aggie."

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"My apologies, I should have informed you that I'm going out for breakfast with Sharon."

"That's alright."

He looked at the fresh cup of coffee I'd made but ignored it and just walked out, leaving his manly scent

in the kitchen to taunt me.

I went about my duties that day with Halley by my side. She was still rude just tolerating me because

she had to. I dusted, mopped, swept, shined and varnished furniture and picture frames. I changed the

sheets and laid fresh ones; Halley did the laundry and folding while showing me how to use his high

tech washers and dryers.

"It's easy once you get use to it," was the only nice thing she said to me.

Soon, it was lunchtime. Agnes prepared lunch for us. We ate in the kitchen, not the dinning room. Her

cooking skills were amazing.

"That was delicious," I complimented.

"Agnes, can I do the shopping today? There isn't much to do," said Halley.

Agnes looked grateful. "Thanks dear, let Luis take you."

"Who's Luis?" I asked, wondering if there was someone else around the house.

"He's one of Mr. Hollen's personal drivers," Halley answered as she took a paper that was pinned on

the fridge. Agnes handed Halley a card and she skipped cheerfully through the kitchen door.

Agnes laughed.

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The next morning I woke up and prepared his coffee again. The kitchen phone rang just as I finished.

"Bring it up to my room," he ordered. "And don't spill it again."

I walked carefully up the stairs then entered his room. I rest the tray down successfully on one of his

nightstands. He appeared in a white vest and pants.

As I was walking out the door, I suddenly felt coffee spat all over my back.

"EMMA! What the hell? Are you trying to kill me?!" His tongue was hanging out of his mouth and he

was coughing profusely.

"What's wrong?"

"Taste... this!"

I tasted the coffee and spat it out too. The damn thing was salty-- pure salt, like someone had poured a

pound of salt into it. I was baffled. How could this happen?

"Mr. Hollen, I don't understand. I did what I always do when I make coffee."

"Get... this... away from me, before I lose... my... mind!"

"I'm sorry, I'll sort this out."

I took the cup away and hurried back to the kitchen, racking my brain for the answers as to what could

have caused the coffee to become a salt mine. I tasted the coffee beans; they were fine. I tasted the

water I'd used, salt free. I checked the sugar jar to make sure it was sugar and not salt. It was sugar. I

was lost. What the hell happened to the coffee? I remade a cup for myself, tasted it and spat it out too.

Then it dawned on me that there was salt in the milk.