Salacity~~♠️Michael Langdon♠️

iii

"No," Langdon smirked at Gallant, "I decide the order in which the interviews will take place. I do think I will have...you join me first," he looked back to Saoirse, pointing a finger at her to emphasize she was in fact the first pick.
 
Saoirse froze in her seat as she stared back at Langdon once more. His pale eyes staring daggers into her own hazel ones.
 
"The process should only take me a couple of days, so you won't be kept in suspense forever. For those of you who don't make the cut, all is not lost. If the worst should happen and the feral cannibals come knocking, down one of these," Langdon held up a vile containing small white capsules that he had pulled from his suit jacket, "One minute later, you fall asleep and never wake up. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you. Now, if you'll join me."
 
Michael looked back at Saoirse who was still frozen in her seat. She had yet to take her eyes off of him as he now gestured for her to stand. But she felt paralyzed in her seat and couldn't move a muscle.
 
"Sirsh," Ember whispered next to her, giving the brunette a nudge.
 
"S-sorry," Saoirse muttered as she stood slowly from her seat on the couch.
 
"Very good, follow me," Langdon ordered heading out of the room. Saoirse hesitated before she followed him out of the parlor and down the one of the winding hallways of the bunker.
 
"Here," the blonde man spoke, gesturing to a door that she presumed lead to his office. He opened it, still not taking his eyes off her as she walked in slowly.
 
"Have a seat," he ordered as Saoirse walked towards his desk. She took a seat at one of the chairs on one side of his desk. Though, he still stood behind her, his presence lingering eerily.
 
"I'll tell you how the process works, Saoirse," he began, walking from behind her to the other side of his desk, taking a seat across from her, his eyes scanning the girl across from him, the way her name rolled off his tongue made shivers run down her spine, "I'm not going to tell you what criteria I'm using to grade you."
 
Saoirse was irked at how laid back he was. How he leaned nonchalantly back in his seat with one leg crossed over the other as if he weren't going to be questioning her about if she was fit to repopulate the world.

Saoirse sat in her chair, her whole body was tense with the same uneasy feeling she'd had since Langdon had entered the parlor.

"Things you may feel will be helpful might be hurtful. Things you may feel will compel rejection may be exactly what I'm looking for, your saving grace. If you hedge, I will know. If you lie, I will know. And if you try to trick me, I will know, and your interview will be over, and you will die here painfully."
 
Saoirse wanted to doubt him, but he made that impossible.
 
"I will do my best to deduct whether or not you will leave this Outpost alive or be eaten by the scavengers, am I clear?" Langdon gave Saoirse a knowing look as if she'd been through this before.
 
"Yes," she uttered out, wanting to break eye contact with the man, but finding it seemed virtually impossible.

"What is your sexual orientation?" He came straight out with it.

Saoirse had frowned slightly, but figured the question was important when it came to repopulation of the world.

"I'm straight," she answered simply, but Langdon's face made it look like he wanted her to elaborate more, "um...but, I have only ever slept with one guy, a few times, when I was sixteen. But, I'm clean, you know, in case that were to effect procreation."

"While we have techniques for harvesting genetic material, we still need a woman's womb to incubate the fetus, for now. But your ability to carry a healthy child to full term isn't what I'm here to discuss." Langdon spoke in a matter of factly way.

"Tell me, Saoirse," His tone turned to the same menacing one from earlier, "What are you most afraid of?"
 
Saoirse stayed silent, taking in a shaky breath, as much as she wanted to refrain, she felt compelled to tell him anything he wanted to hear, "Myself."
 
Langdon's brows raised as he looked back at her, signaling he wanted her to continue.
 
"I've never exactly felt like myself, you see..." her voice trailed off as she struggled to find the right words, "I have always had this feeling that there's more to my life than I know, like there's a piece of me I've never discovered. But I feel like that part I'm missing, that I can't figure out, is dangerous," Saoirse explained, breaking her gaze from Langdon. Instead her eyes stared at the floor, feeling like she sounded like a fool. A small smile crept onto Langdon's face as he watched Saoirse. He seemed odd, and she couldn't tell why, "It just makes me nervous to know what I might be capable of."
 
Saoirse heard him stand from his desk and his footsteps walked slowly around his desk. Saoirse held her breath as he walked, and only dared to exhale when she saw his shiny black shoes stop in front of her. She heard the creaking of the desk as he took a seat upon it.
 
"Saoirse," he muttered, leaning forward as his fingertips graced the back of her hand that sat in her lap. In a swift movement, he moved his hand to reach for her chin, tilting her chin she she would look up at him. She felt his soft and cool skin, letting out the breath she'd been holding. The girl shifted in her seat and let out another shaky breath.
 
"Nervous?" he smirked.
 
"Perhaps it's the staring contest we've had since you entered the parlor," Saoirse managed out, trying to keep her voice steady and assertive.
 
"Timid?" Langdon slightly tilted his head.
 
"N-," but she cut herself off, knowing better than to lie to him, "Y-yes."
 
"Very good Saoirse, I knew you were smart," Michael praised her, "But, fortunately you'll have plenty of time to get used to it."

"What do you mean?" Saoirse frowned, had he really already made his decision on if she was going to the sanctuary?

Langdon chuckled down at her, his hand almost engulfing her whole cheek now. She felt compelled to lean into his touch, but refrained. He stood from his seat and walked around her. She listened as he bent down behind her. His warm breath played on the back of her neck.

"I have a...job for you," he answered in a whisper next to her ear, "I need you to be my eyes and my ears, you see. Watch those around you while I'm not around." His lips brushed her ear with every word he spoke, sending shivers down her body.
 
"Why me?" Saoirse shuddered, "You've just met me tonight, and you've decided after I told you I'm not a virgin and what I am scared of."

She was trying to tell what his actions meant. It was obvious he was trying to seduce her to get what he wanted out of her, but damn her lack of a man's touch over the past eighteen months. Her hormones were all over the place as her body craved the attention he was giving her, and she hated herself for that.

"Because, Darling," he spoke in his smooth tone, looking down at Saoirse's goosebump ridden neck before exhaling another hot breath from his nose, letting the air hit her neck

"You've got something special, I can feel it in your energy. You aren't like the rest of them. You can see and sense things in people that others can't, can't you, Saoirse?" he tilted his head slightly, "I think we'll be quite the pair, don't you agree?" he asked before placing a kiss on her neck. His lips were warm and soft, yet she felt an off-putting energy course through her body at this contact.

Saoirse had closed her eyes, trying to convince herself that this was some sort of sick wet dream, but the feeling of his lips on her neck was very real.

 "Y-yes...Mr. Langdon," she spoke in a forced way, opening her eyes as his lips disconnected themselves from her neck. She told him what he wanted to hear, yet she wasn't so sure that she believed it for herself.

"Splendid," Langdon spoke, standing up straight again to walk back to the other side of his desk, "I have a very specific, yet very simple set of instructions for you to follow, Saoirse." He spoke. 

Her disoriented hazel eyes stared back up at Langdon, a mix of confusion and an unwanted satisfaction was laced in the girl's expression.

 "I need you to observe the fellow survivors and report to me when I find it necessary."

" Don't you think that makes me look incredibly suspicious to them?" Saoirse frowned.
 
"Leave that to me, darling." Langdon assured her with a knowing smile.
 
Saoirse tried to figure out what to say next, but settled with a "Yes, Sir," before standing from her seat. 

She turned to leave, but she hadn't even been able to make it three steps before Langdon's hand gripped her forearm hard. Saoirse turned her head to look at the man, but he had used his other hand to grip her chin like she was were a child. She tried to pull away from his strong grip as her breath hitched from her struggle to escape his dominant grasp

"Don't dare to tell anyone about this, otherwise I will not hesitate to kill you," he warned her in a grave tone, which was a shift from the sexy and seductive tone he was using earlier. 

"Yes sir," Saoirse merely nodded before he let her go and headed back to his desk.

The man took a seat at his desk once more while Saoirse stood silent in the middle of his office. Langdon smiled back at her as she finally decided to leave.
 
When she had made it out and a few feet away, she still felt like he was watching her. Even when she had found her way back to her room to turn in early, she could still feel them.
 
Saoirse leaned against a wall in her room trying to register what had just happened.
 
"Holy shit," she muttered to herself, taking deep breaths, trying to calm her mind that began its hyperactive race.
 
But suddenly, as if someone were reading her thoughts, the sound of classical music filled Saoirse's room at a soft volume. The girl opened her eyes and listened to the music playing.