Salacity~~♠️Michael Langdon♠️

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Sooooo I wrote this part in the car on my phone on the way home from Alabama and I think I deserve an award.

ALSO. I know I mention that it feels like Saoirse is in a trance around Michael, I just want to make it clear that Michael is not using magic to manipulate her. That's literally how he makes her feel, like she's in a trance. I say that a lot so I just wanted to clarify. Anywhore, enjoy!

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Lust: An uncontrollable passion or longing, especially for sexual desires

The next morning approached quickly. Saoirse didn't even remember changing out of her dress and crawling into bed that night after her meeting with Langdon. It all seemed like a haze to her. Though, the one thing she could remember was falling asleep to the sweet melodies of Z. Randall Stroope's 'Omnia Sol'.

As soon as Saoirse stepped foot into the parlor, which it's worth mentioning Langdon was not there, all eyes were on her and she mentally prepared herself for the bombardment of questions from her fellow survivors now that Ms. Venable and Mead were out of earshot.

"So, Saoirse. Would you like to tell us how the interview went so we can get a head start on coming up with bullshit answers now?" Gallant broke the silence.

Saoirse looked at the faces that stared at her and took a small breath, "It wasn't my interview, I can confirm that."

Gallant frowned, "Well then why else did he call you into his office first?"

"um..it's kind of complicated you see..." Saoirse muttered, trying to come up with some sort of decent lie to keep Gallant t bay.

Ember could sense the tension rolling off her best friend in waves and stood, "Maybe it's none of your business, Gallant. Or any of our business for that matter. We'll all get our interviews and we'll see for ourselves."

Saoirse glanced to Ember, relief washing over her now that Ember had settled things. 

The brunette walked and took a seat next to where Ember was sitting. "Thank you," she whispered to the strawberry blonde next to her.

"Don't worry about," Ember smiled, "They were all coming up with theories why you never came back last night. I jumped in to defend you when Coco tried to imply that you were sleeping with him. Ridiculous right? I told them you're not like that." 

"Heh yeah," Saoirse chuckled out nervously. She could never tell Ember what he did, letalone that she'd given Langdon the satisfaction of his asserting his dominance when he kissed her neck last night. She felt ashamed to even admit to herself it kicked her body into overdrive.

"Leave it to Coco to come up with something dumb like that," Ember rolled her eyes.

Before Saoirse could respond, the powerful footsteps that emitted from Langdon the night before sounded in the parlor. Saoirse looked over to shoulder to see Langdon standing in the parlor with a smile on his face. He flashed a quick look to Saoirse before looking at the group.

"Dinah Stevens, follow me please," he spoke simply.

Dinah got up from her seat and it was Saoirse's turn to give her a reassuring nod telling her she'd get through it fine.

Over the span of the next few hours, person after person was called to join Langdon in his office for their interview. When they all returned they looked to be thinking the same thing Saoirse had. What the fuck?