Click on image to enlarge.

	Regular				Club
You Pay:	$1.89				$1.61

eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Ah, the luxury of a smoke break. For some, it is the opportunity to get away from the routine of the workplace. For others, a chance to refuel on the nicotine a cigarette provides. And for others? Well, it could be a chance to become Easily Addicted.

eBook Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press, Published: 2006, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2007

This eBook is part of the following series:

• J. M. Snyder's Working Man Series

56 Reader Ratings:

Great	Good	OK	Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [52 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [77 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [23 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [234 KB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [24 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [138 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [94 KB] , hiebook (KML) [119 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [91 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [20 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [25 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [94 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [38 KB]
Words: 7331
Reading time: 20-29 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 9781601680693

"That's bad for your health," a man said as he approached Trevor's bench.

Trevor countered, "I didn't know the Surgeon General was in town."

Not used to company as he stole a quick nicotine fix outside the office where he worked, Trevor didn't look up immediately. Instead, he took a drag on his cigarette to get it lit, flicked off his lighter, took a deep breath to fill his lungs with acrid smoke, and held it until he felt his body relax. Then he squinted into the sun toward the speaker, but didn't recognize the guy. Someone in sales, maybe, or one of the ad men upstairs. Trevor worked in customer care and had only been with the firm for a month or so. He could count on one hand the number of people he knew in the whole building, and none of them worked higher than the third floor. "Trevor Pritchett," he said, holding out a hand to the stranger. "And you are?"

"Zack Jackson."

The man took Trevor's hand in a firm grip. He had nice eyes, despite the way the skin crinkled in the corners when he smiled. With his pale twill pants, open-toe sandals, and salmon-colored polo shirt unbuttoned to show off a fine gold necklace against smooth, tanned skin, Zack looked as though he'd be more at home on a yacht than in the office. The dark mop of unruly hair on top of his head seemed to have a mind of its own in the faint summer breeze.

Zack shook Trevor's hand as he sat down beside him on the bench. "Nasty habit," he emphasized before letting go.

With a grin, Trevor admitted, "I'm trying to quit."

"Really?" Zack laughed. "I couldn't tell."

He didn't wave away the smoke from Trevor's cigarette, and the fact that he even bothered to sit suggested a level of tolerance, so Trevor gestured to the pack of cigarettes between them. "You want a smoke?"

Zack shook his head, then ran a hand through his hair to push it back from his eyes. "I quit a few months ago." Leaning closer to Trevor, he lowered his voice and added, "I'll just sit here and breathe you in for a bit, if you don't mind."

Trevor gave him a quizzical look. Was that a come-on? Here, at work?

Zack laughed again. "I meant your smoke. Don't worry, I'm not hitting on you yet."