IR Erotica Scoville Scale: Sinfully Satisfying

“Myles, come on. You only have one more appointment today.” Lori attempted to rouse her boss and US Congressman, Myles Collins in time to meet his last nanny applicant. Since his wife’s death three years prior he cared for his two children, Jackson six and Shelby four, alone. With his schedule becoming increasingly unmanageable, the writing was on the wall. He had to employ a fulltime nanny.

“She certainly can’t be any worse than the last one. She wasn’t a legal citizen,” he said straightening his desk, attempting to hide any traces of over work. “Just make sure I’m out of here in fifteen minutes. I have a meeting with Davis.”

“You don’t have a meeting with Davis. You have lunch plans with Davis.” Lori shot off. She worked for Myles long enough to call his bullshit. “Don’t try to sneak out of here early…Myles” she stopped him with her hand. “….you have to hire a nanny because I’m running myself crazy handling your two and my own.”

“Whatever,” he conceded. “Just get me out of here.”

Lori sat in a chair facing his desk and spoke sincerely. “Myles, you have to find a nanny, today. To do so, you have to lower your standards. There’s no other way.”

Myles rubbed his forehead. “What do you want me to do, hire the first person to walk through the door? Haven’t my kids been through enough? I’m grateful they don’t know their mother walked out on them before she died. No, the next woman that raises my children has to meet very high standards.”

“Hiring a nanny has nothing to do with Rachel. This is about finding someone qualified to take care of your children. And I’ve indulged you—I’ve allowed you to turn away perfectly good candidates for no apparent reason. Now, I’m putting my foot down.” She flipped through his list of requirements. “I love those children like my own. I wouldn’t trust them in the hands of just anyone. Myles!!” She looked up at him and pointed to the sheet. “When did you change this? Can you at least give her one evening off a week and Sundays? You can’t expect her to be a stand in wife for you. Which brings me to this, when are you going to start dating again?” Lori said as Davis, Myles’s best friend and fellow congressman walked in. It was pointless to talk to him in front of Davis. She left, closing the door behind her.

“So…” Davis said plopping down on the sofa. “What are we doing?”

“I have one more appointment today and then we can leave.” Myles said.

“Still hunting for a nanny?”

“Yeah, this is the last one. She’d better be good.”

Lori knocked on the door, “Mr. Collins, your appointment is here,” she moved aside, allowing a shapely, wavy haired, dark eyed, mocha colored mulatto beauty to pass. Davis and Myles fell silent. She smiled warmly at both gentlemen. “This is Ms. Gloria Lee. She comes highly recommended and she can start immediately.” The men didn’t speak. “Please have a seat.” Lori offered. Needing to garner all the support she could, Lori gave Davis a copy of Gloria’s resume and took her leave.

Davis leafed through Gloria’s resume and gave Myles the thumbs up.

Myles went through the interview more relaxed than he had with any other applicant. Unlike the hard-nosed bitches or undocumented illegal’s, Gloria was even-tempered, and her references were unsurpassed. “Ms. Lee, you’ve read the qualifications. Do you feel you meet them all? Do you have any questions?”

“Yes, I have read over the long list of qualifications. I have one concern: Will I be allowed an evening off?”

“Yes, you can have one evening and every Sunday off.” Myles smiled in Davis’s direction. There was no way he’d allow Gloria to walk out of his door unemployed. He would’ve given her his right arm if she asked. “I’ll provide you with a car, credit cards, health insurance, and a generous allowance in addition to your salary.” My right kidney, he thought awaiting her reply.

Gloria smiled, “You are offering me the job?”

“No, I’m begging you to take it.” Lori said walking into the office with her arms folded across her chest.

“Yes, I’m offering you the job.” Myles smiled, despite himself.


Though it had taken the golden haired sprite, Shelby, a few hours to warm to Gloria, Jackson took to her immediately. Shelby was a daddy’s girl in every sense of the word. She was the wild-child, coming and going as she pleased, hair generally disheveled, and fearless even for a child her age. But she was the sweetest child Gloria had ever met. Jackson was a miniature of his father; gorgeous blue eyes, dark hair, and a big warm smile. Gloria watched Jackson closely; he was extremely intelligent and creative. He had an infectious laugh and loved Shelby. Neither of them could remember the faintest detail of their mother and Gloria would, over the next year, become the closest thing to a real one.

Gloria’s day began at five-thirty. With Shelby on her hip, she rushed Jackson off to school, returned home to muddle her way through her long to-do list before racing to pick up Jackson and cooking dinner. By then Myles was home, and they’d sit down to dinner—then it was bath and bedtime. Only then did Myles and Gloria find time to chat without the children climbing all over them. But, no sooner had they lapsed into comfortable conversation, one by one, the children slyly made their way to Gloria’s room where she and Myles would find them tucked underneath her covers sound asleep. Myles would take Jackson with him leaving Shelby to hanker down with Gloria for the night. It had become their routine, why the children continued to sneak was anyone’s guess. The only hiccups to their schedule were Gloria’s evenings off. After an evening away, she’d returned home to find Myles a nervous wreck and the children half fed and angry with her for leaving. That was the end of her evenings off. Not that she cared. She’d rather be at home.

All in all, the world of politics was a small one. Most of her friends were the nannies of Myles’s party members. In this exclusive club, everyone held everyone’s secrets and the wives proved their worthiness by means of gynecological discharge: Competitive childbirth—pumping out babies as if it where an Olympic gold at stake only to pawn little Hannah, Madison, or Skylar off to a nanny. This hands-off method of motherhood was the root of the nannies complaints. The decidedly stupid theory wives came around at their convenience—this being when the cameras flashed or their husbands threatened divorce. Gloria didn’t mind listening to the other nannies ramble about their employers but she was determined never to betray a single word past between her and Myles. She kept a small group of intimates; even amongst them she was guarded. She never discussed anything she didn’t expect to here again.

There was Ursula, an attractive soft spoken yet gutsy Eastern European brunette who’d go to any length to stay in the country. Not even to Gloria, her dearest friend, did she divulge the details of her flight from Europe and no one asked. Ursula’s charge was six year old Allen Bell-Johnson, Jackson’s closest friend and son of Henry Bell-Johnson, a fellow party member.

Linnea was the self-avowed lead clucker. She never heard a secret she didn’t tell. Although they all were around the same age, sometimes Linnea’s immature giggle, pie shaped face and round blue eyes made her seem much younger and the others treated her thusly. Her charge was four year old Ronny Gray, son of Ronald Gray, Myles’s adversary within their camp and Shelby’s running mate. Besides, being an oppressive jerk to Linnea, Ronald was a cad…an exceptional gifted cad, but a cad nonetheless. Gloria and the other nannies detested him.

Then there was Josie. She worked for the Schultz family, old guard of the party. Her charges were seven year old twins, Katilyn and Nate Schultz. Josie was a short dark eyed Iranian who’d come to America against her well-to-do family’s wishes and was since cut off. Whenever the subject of family arose, Josie acted as if hers meant nothing, however, Gloria saw through her mask of indignation—the separation from her family was devastating. This, Gloria understood all too well.

Gloria was one of two children. Her parents owned a chain of grocery markets and raised Gloria and her older brother, Patrick, in a modest house in desirable Somerset County Washington. To the exclusion of everyone around them, Gloria and Patrick were inseparable as children, however as they grew so did their competitive personalities. Which is why, after they graduated from university, Patrick was shocked to discover his academically brilliant sister had taken a lowly nanny position. Her choice left Patrick in the lurch. Nevertheless he supported her decision and acted as a buffer between Gloria and their parents. Though they never cut her off, there were long spans of silence on both sides. Understandably her parents were dismayed by her choice of profession but they knew their daughter—rarely did she act without reason and once her mind was set, it was unmovable. With their blessing or not, Gloria was going to do as she pleased.

As for Gloria, she enjoyed the freedom of being a nanny. Yes, her sole purpose for breathing was to supervise the children of others, but even this afforded her more economic and personal freedom than a desecrated nine to five would have. Besides, she adored children and couldn’t imagine deliberately heaving any from her body. The very thought of childbirth sends chills down her spine.

Myles, however, always wanted a large family. He and his precocious younger sister, June, were raised in the small city of Pritchard Minnesota where their father was mayor. Their parents were the typical Midwesterners: Honest, devote, and educated. As children Myles was exceedingly protective of June; once telling their mother that June was his baby. Growing up, June didn’t answer to her father, she answered to Myles! June was scrutinized from head to toe, her friends were marshaled, and her daily comes and goes mapped. Myles’s heavy-handed diligence and June’s clinginess confused outsiders especially when June began dating. June soldered herself to Myles who picked off unworthy candidates before they made it up the driveway. Their parents took the “one less bell to answer, one less egg to fry” approach and let it be.

He respected his mother, a homemaker, as much as he idealized his social visionary of a father. At a time when being mayor actually held some shred of importance his father championed causes from which others shrank. He took the bumps and bruises just as easily as he accepted praise and adoration. Myles admired him for his fortitude. He also admired his parent’s relationship. It was a partnership of sorts. They were more Barack and Michelle than Ward and June. In essence, his parents shaped his view of marriage and commitment—he would use it as a blueprint for his own marriage.

Myles and Rachel met in college. His first impression of her was one of distrust; she seemed like the typical airhead coming to college to net a husband. Rachel was a tall outgoing blond who caught everyone’s attention without putting forth any effort…that was until Myles stumbled into her crosshairs. He may not have wanted her but she sure as hell wanted him! Both were political science majors, they shared many of the same classes, clubs, and friends. Slowly, Myles saw past her blindly good looks and began to appreciate her intelligence and determination. He’d met his match.

The year after graduation, they married and Myles began his political career…of sorts. Using his father’s connections and numerous hours of mind scrambling grunt work, Myles secured a position with the Speaker of the House while Rachel humped crap for unappreciative delegates at the State House. Same shit, different asshole. And on and on it went for years. Rachel encouraged Myles to kick off his political career and run for office. She was sick of the rat race and living in their one bedroom flat in the city. She wanted to settle down in a nice tree-lined street in the suburbs. Tree-lined street?! In hindsight, Myles should’ve known this image of domestic bliss was the farce that would herald in end of their marriage. Rachel had the ambition of ten men. She wasn’t housewife material. Children, yes. Housewife, never.

Which is why when Myles’s career began to flourish, Rachel grew increasingly resentful and bored playing second fiddle. Myles encouraged her to return to work. By the time she’d convinced herself it was a good idea she was pregnant with Jackson.

And so the downward spiral began….

Left home with a child she never wanted, isolated from her friends with ‘real’ careers, bored out of her wits, and missing Myles by the second, Rachel did the unthinkable: she had an affair. Though she and Myles committed themselves to savaging their marriage, the final blow came when Rachel discovered she was pregnant with Shelby and her paternity was in question. He never threw her infidelity in her face, but she knew Myles was devastated. She, the one person he placed his full trust, destroyed him and everything they built together. Still, in the coming months, his affection for her was unchanged, he was attentive and he went about readying the nursery for their new arrival as though nothing was amiss. But Rachel knew somewhere inside he kept his despair under lock and key. If she could’ve take his anguish and place it on her shoulders, she would’ve. The closer her due date grew, the more she hated looking in the mirror. Continuous waves of depression and guilt washed over her shore, taking the last remnants of her self-confidence away in the undertow.

Rachel left soon after Shelby was born and never returned. Months later, her body was discovered hanging from a branch on a tree-lined street—leaving Myles and her children alone. She walked away….and walking away was the only thing Myles couldn’t forgive.

Three years later, Gloria walked into their lives and the pieces of the puzzle slid easily into place. Indeed, the past twelve months with their family couldn’t have gone any better. Myles was justifiably busy, still he was a very attentive father and the children were well behaved. There was a mutual respect between Myles and Gloria. They talked for hours on end about any and everything, their lives were open books, however, neither pried too far into the others dating life or the circumstances surrounding Rachel’s death. And though it pained Myles to acknowledge it, Lori’s words seemed almost prophetic; Gloria had become his stand in wife. They’re family was complete.


As election time neared, the house turned into a makeshift campaign headquarters with staffers and officials meeting well into the night. Davis and Rick, another senior congressman up for re-election, became constant figures in the house. Gloria did her best to ensure Myles was comfortable and he ensured her privacy amongst the buzz. This was, after all, her home as much as his. Gloria got along well with Myles’s friends; the single exception being Ronald Gray. She admired his passion for politics but prolonged exposure to him made her skin crawl.

Gloria put the children to bed and curled up on the patio lounger enjoying the night air as she read. Through the screen door, Myles, Rick, and Davis could be overheard finishing up their night. It wasn’t long before they joined her on the patio, bringing their boisterous ethics debate with them. Gloria closed her book and stood to leave but found Myles’s hand of her forearm, insisting she stay. She smiled and he sat beside her while Davis and Rick, still in their work attire, procured chairs for their weary bodies and continued their debate. Gloria pretended to read, hoping Rick wouldn’t drag her into their conversation. Rick turned to Gloria and grinned ominously. Myles knew that look—Rick was going to provoke Gloria.

“Gloria, what do know about corporate social responsibility?” he asked.

Gloria laughed. “I’m sure I can offer you no more information than you already know.”

“All the same, I’d like to hear your opinion.” He playfully placed his hand on his chest. “I’m for paying workers their salary and allowing them to better themselves and community, while Myles believes it’s a corporate duty to give back to the surrounding communities. What do you think?”

A knot of uneasiness grew in Myles’s gut as everyone waited for Gloria’s response. Why did Rick put her on the spot?

“I believe large corporations should pour money into their local communities especially those who receive Federal and State tax breaks as an incentive to bring their business to their cities. It’s the least they can do since it’s the local taxpayers who foot their tax bill. Build a school, restore a park, or write a check and be done with it.”

“Writing a check? Isn’t that buying one’s conscience?” Rick shook his head. “I expected more from you, Gloria.”

“Why, because as a woman I’m instinctively geared towards charity? I am. Nevertheless I’m a realist. The conscience arises from social relationships—the act of observing others makes us aware of ourselves and the morality of our own behavior. Big businesses have neither conscience nor morals. Their checks are the most we can hope for.”

“And small businesses,” Myles interjected. “Does the same theory apply to small mom and pops?”

“Yes and no.” Gloria answered without skipping a beat. “There are benefits to society when people behave in their own interests. For example, a local store owner demands lower prices from his vendors but he doesn’t pass along the savings to his customers; in this he is acting in his own interest. But by doing so, he’s able to keep his shop doors open—which in turn helps the local community.” Gloria looked around at the men’s blank faces. “Is he wrong? No, he isn’t—his responsibility is fulfilled when he opens his doors. He doesn’t have the same tax breaks offered on silver platters to these corporations so his plight is to keep the doors open, be visible in the community. Corporations are at a disadvantage; they’re nothing more than brick and mortar. This is why corporate social responsibility will remain a hot topic. It brings the corporations positive PR without getting too close to the working class. Put in some face time, smile for the camera, write a check and go home.”

The guys fell mute. She had a better understanding of CSR than they thought.

“That’s Smith’s theory.” Myles said cutting the tension.

“Yeah,” Gloria turned to Myles. “Yeah, it is.” For a brief second neither knew what to say.

“Smith?” Davis pushed himself out of his chair. “We’re leaving before the conversation shifts to Hume.”

“Wait?” Gloria threw up her hand. “Is that it? You’re gonna take your ball and go home?”

“Yes, I’m getting out of here before you kick my ass. I haven’t thought about Smith in years.” Rick slapped Myles on the shoulder as he and Davis went inside. “Tomorrow I’m taking you down! Topic of discussion: Cracker Jacks vs Crunch ‘n Munch.”

“You’re on.” Gloria shouted back to Rick. A few minutes later she heard the front door close behind them.

“Finally, they’re gone.” Myles closed his eyes, partially out of exhaustion, partially because the imprint of Gloria’s nipples against her t-shirt was driving him insane. The night air was completely still—not a rustle or stir disturbed them. It was the most tranquility Myles had all day. Somehow, Gloria always seemed to be at his side during these moments.

“I didn’t think they’d ever leave.” Gloria stood and straddled Myles’s lap.

Before he could protest, her lips were on his, in search of his tongue. He held her curly locks, not wanting her to break their seal as she’d done nights before. One hand slid down her back, pulling her closer—down further his hand traveled to her ass, pulling her flush against him, Gloria moans his name onto his lips, kissing him softly, sensually. Her lips are so soft, so delicious, the kiss long and slow, his hands drift up and down her back. Her lips, her succulent lips caressed his; their tongues, softly tasting one another’s.

“Myles?” The sound of Gloria calling his name seemed to snap him out of his dream world. “I’m going to bed. Can you move Jackson for me?”

“Yeah, I’ll be up in a bit.”

Gloria left him outside.

Myles brushed his hand through his hair and blew a long breath. The more he learned about Gloria, the more vivid and passionate his fantasies became. This time, it felt so real.