C52 My Feisty Wife

JAMES

Offense has and always will be my best defense. I’ve fucked up. Royally. And she was spitting mad, like a little kitten, cute, but her claws were damned sharp.

“Sit your ass down there.” I slapped the counter, I had my boss face on, but she wasn’t scared of me.

She hopped on the counter, glaring daggers at me. Her knees were badly scraped, but I was more concerned about her hands