UNTITLED EXCERPT

The aroma of bacon and the sound of dishes rattling in the kitchen awakened T.D. He turned over and looked at the clock sitting on the table next to his bed, it was just past 7:00 am. Jumping up and pulling on a pair of shorts, he strode into the kitchen to see what was going on.
“Oh, good morning sweety. I was just getting ready to serve you breakfast in bed.” It was Kathy, a tall thick red bone from the gym. She had approached him a few days ago asking if he would train her and from the way she was flexing and smiling at him, he could tell it wouldn’t take long for him to train her to do all the things he liked. But T.D. wasn’t used to getting up before 9:00 and he couldn’t hide his anger at the fact that she was still there. T.D.’s rule was all ways, straight to bed, then straight to your car. No sleepovers and definitely no breakfast.
“No time for breakfast, I got to get going. I have to take my mother to her doctors appointment.” T.D. always used his mother as his excuse to get out of spending too much time with any one woman. Besides women loved men who took care of their mothers, it made him seem compassionate.
Ushering her to the room to get dressed, against her objections, T.D. was beginning to regret his decision to hook up with this one. She was already trying to invade his space and he hated the pushy type. He could see the disappointment in her face, but he didn’t care. She should have been gone hours ago. He must have fallen asleep before putting her out last night. I must be slipping. He thought to himself as he walked her to the door. “I’ll call you later.” He assured her just to make her feel a little bit better.
With his morning routine already ruined, he decided to hop in the shower. He just stood there for a while letting the hot water run down his bald head and massage his body before washing up. At six foot three inches tall, with a creamy dark chocolate complexion, T.D. was pure muscle. He’d won numerous trophies for body building competitions. Though he didn’t compete anymore, he stayed in the gym working on his perfect frame and personal training, which is how he met most of the women he bedded. Admiring himself in the mirror as he toweled dry, he flexed and posed thinking about how the women always love to lay on his chest at night. Wren used to call his bulging pecs her pillows. But that was water under the bridge and very short lived. Being a forty-year-old divorced father of two, he had no time for any serious relationships anymore. Besides, she just wasn’t the woman for him, what with her big dreams and career goals. He needed a woman who could focus on him, not spend all of her time working and worrying about other people. She wasn’t good enough and he knew it broke her heart to hear him tell her that. But it is what it is.
T.D. decided to head to the gym. Maybe if he got there early, he wouldn’t run into Kathy, or any of the other women he wasn’t in the mood for today. He walked into the kitchen to make his morning protein shake, but the smell of the breakfast Kathy had made was so tempting, he decided on that instead.