Page 5 of Trapped With the Secret Agent

“Yeah, I hit my head. There’s barely enough room to turn around in here.”

“D-don’t remind me.” She tried not to think about the space, now even smaller with two people inside. Small, dark, and hot. Too hot. Smothering. The walls closed in and darkness squeezed her chest. Georgia tried to draw in deep breaths to calm her racing heart and the overwhelming need to get out. She needed to move, but couldn’t, Peter’s big body was in the way.

His arm grazed against hers and she shuddered violently.

“Are you ok?”

She didn’t answer.

“Are you hurt?”

“No.” She struggled to keep from screaming, her chest heaving like a blacksmith’s bellows. She couldn’t seem to breathe fast enough. “I’m claustrophobic.”

“What?” There was a pause. “Shit.”

Chapter Two

Georgia tried to laugh, but it sounded more like a moan. “My sentiments exactly.” She took a deep gulp of air to calm herself, and her breasts brushed against his chest. She automatically tried to back up but couldn’t.

A whimper escaped. She couldn’t stay in this tiny room anymore. She had to get out. Now. Raising her hands, she shoved Peter away with all her might and he smacked against the opposite wall.

Georgia wrenched at the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She sobbed in frustration, hammering the wood with both fists.

“Let me out.”

“Take it easy.”

“No! I have to get out.”

Hard arms encircled her from behind. “Calm down. You’re only going to hurt yourself.”

“I can’t stay in here, I’ll go crazy,” she cried, struggling in his grip. “Let go of me.”

“I can’t do that.” His voice rumbled next to her ear, his arms like steel bands, unbreakable. “If you make too much noise, those assholes are likely to come back and shoot us just to keep us quiet.”

That got her attention, and she froze. “I-I can’t. It’s so dark. There’s not enough room in here. I c-can’t breathe.” Her voice rose as the panic threatened to overwhelm her again.

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