His office seemed to be bigger than she remembered or maybe she had been too occupied to notice it the last time she was there. There were soft black leather sofas at one end with a black coffee table while the near the wall-to-floor window was Jeff's desk opposite the sofas was a huge brown plop cushion, something next to a bed and the sight of it made adrenaline rush in her body, no the good way. Sleep was her soulmate if that even existed.
Maybe her day wouldn't be as bad as she imagined. She walked to the plop cushion and jumped on it. "If there is nothing you wanted me to do lovely husband I would be taking a nap."
Jeff looked up from his work, a creepy smile took over his face. "There is something you can do dear wife."
Amy groaned not lifting up her head. "What?" her voice came out muffled.
"Sing me something…" Amy erupted into a fit of coughs. Thank God she had no drink in her mouth because she was sure she would have choked and died.
