Nanny
by Lorie

	"Ok, Evan, let's try this again. No dessert until 
you've eaten your carrots." If this boy wants a battle of 
wills he's got one, she thought holding a spoon of soft 
carrots in front his tightly shut mouth. Not even the 
threat of losing the butterscotch pudding was working. He 
was not going to eat his vegetables and that was final. His 
little arms were crossed in front of him and he glared at 
her with all the determination the two-year old could 
muster. "All right, your loss," she sighed as she set aside 
the plate started to clean his face.
	Of all the nanny jobs she could get , this had to be 
the best. She was traveling with KISS on their reunion tour 
around the world taking care of Paul Stanley's 2 year old 
son, Evan. What a way to see the world and Evan is such a 
cutie. She was hired on for the whole tour because Pamela's 
work schedule was so erratic that they decided that Paul 
should take him on the tour. She also thought it was Pam's 
way of making sure Paul would behave himself on the road. 
She had to admit Paul is a great dad but what Pam doesn't 
know won't hurt her. Another added benefit was she could be 
around Peter Criss. The object of her fantasies for as long 
as she could remember. He was so sexy and perfect in her 
eyes. Now she was going on tour with him! Life was good!
	As she was cleaning the remnants of Evan's lunch off 
his face, Paul walked over to ask how it was going. "No 
carrots again today, so no dessert either," she explained 
as she pulled Evan out of his seat. "What was the dessert?" 
Paul asked as he picked up his son. "Butterscotch pudding," 
she called over her shoulder as threw away the wet wipes 
from the cleanup. Paul made a face and whispered to Evan, 
"Good choice." This started Evan in a fit of giggles. "I'll 
bring him back before his nap. We're going to explore a 
little." With that father and son wandered off.   
	She now had some time to herself. There wasn't much to 
do at the arena and when it was time for Evan's nap they 
would be driven back to the hotel, so she grabbed her book 
and began the next chapter. She was so involved in the who-
done-it she didn't hear someone sneaking up behind her. "Is 
it that good?" a voice said softly in her ear. She squeaked 
loudly and jumped out of her seat. She turned around to see 
Peter standing there laughing. "You scared me out of my 
skin," she said quickly, clutching the book to her chest.  
"You look fine to me," he said as he gave her a slow 
once over. Her heart started pounding again as his eyes 
caressed her. When their eyes met, he smiled, "I couldn't 
resist sneaking up on you. You were sitting there, so 
intent on what you were reading I couldn't help myself. So 
what are you reading?" 
	She sat back down in her chair as he pulled up a chair 
next to her, "It's by Margaret Truman. 'Murder at the 
Smithsonian' It's really good. I can hardly put it down." 
She knew she was talking fast but she was nervous. Peter 
was sitting so close to her she thought she would die. 
	"I'll have to read it some time, " he said as he 
looked at her. They made small talk about different books 
they had read and several other topics. Slowly her 
nervousness began to fade a little. He was so easy to talk 
to. It wasn't long before Paul came back with a sleeping 
Evan in his arms. "I guess I wore him out," Paul said with 
a little laugh. 
	She grabbed Evan's bag, carefully took him out of 
Paul's arms and said, "Well, I better get him back to the 
hotel." 
	Peter stood up, "Hey, I'll walk you to the limo." With 
that they walked to the backstage door. After she got Evan 
strapped into his carseat, Peter gently grabbed her arm and 
pulled her out of the limo. 
	"I'd like to continue our conversation later, after 
the show," he said softly, his meaning clear. He was so 
close she could barely breathe. 
	"Um…yea…sure. But I have to watch the baby," she 
stammered. 
	He smiled and said "I'll see if I can arrange a night 
off for you tonight." He gave her arm a little squeeze 
before he let go. 
	She slowly climbed in the limo and he shut the door. 
She watched him say "Later" and the limo pulled away. All 
she could do was sit back in the seat in silence. 
	Back at the hotel, she laid Evan in his crib and sat 
on her bed in a daze. Did he say what I thought he said? 
Does he really want to 'talk' with me later? Her mind was 
racing. While Evan slept, she kept herself busy 
straightening their suitcases, arranging to have their 
laundry done by the hotel, and so on. All the while Peter's 
words replayed in her head. By the time Evan woke up, she 
decided she read too much into it and resigned herself to 
another night with her charge. 
	At midnight, she heard a knock on her door. Paul 
usually stopped by after the show to see his son before he 
went to bed or took off for the night. She was fully 
expecting to see the Starchild when she opened the door 
still in make-up and costume. She was surprised to see him 
already showered and changed. "How about a night off?" he 
asked as he walked in the room. 
	"You sure?" she asked back confused. 
	"Yeah, I'm sure. You haven't had a night off since 
before the tour started so go enjoy yourself." He said this 
as he scooped up Evan out of his crib and held the baby 
against him. She grabbed the baby's bag, made sure there 
were enough supplies for the night, and ran down the 
schedule for Paul. In a matter of a few minutes, they were 
out the door. As she closed the door, the phone rang. "So 
you're free tonight. Would you like to go for a drink?" It 
was Peter. They made arrangements to meet at the bar on the 
second floor of the lobby in 20 minutes. She hurried up and 
changed into a nice outfit, freshened up her make-up and 
hair, grabbed her room key and purse, and was out the door 
in record time.
	When she got to the bar, she found Peter in a booth in 
the back. He smiled and waved when he saw her. "How did you 
do it?" she asked after she ordered her drink. 
	"Do what?" Peter asked innocently. 
	She laughed, "Get the night off for me?" She couldn't 
help notice how sexy he looked when he smiled. 
	"That was easy," he explained, "I just pointed out to 
Paul how hard you've been working and that I wanted to get 
to know you better." She blushed and sipped her drink. They 
sat there talking about different things for a while when a 
couple of fans interrupted them to get Peter's autograph. 
After he signed a few things, they politely left. Peter 
reached across the table for her hand and started stroking 
the back of it with his thumb. "It's a little crowded here. 
Why don't we go back to my room," he said in a low voice. 
	She couldn't move. She felt very warm all of a sudden 
and all she saw was the look of desire on his face. She 
whispered, "Let's go." 
	When the doors of the elevator closed, Peter backed 
her into a corner and trapped her there with his arms. She 
could only stand there with her hands on his shoulders as 
he leaned in close for a kiss. "I've been waiting to get 
you alone for weeks," he whispered against her lips. His 
kiss was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Long 
and slow, as if he had all the time in the world. 
	"Are you two getting off here or would you like to be 
alone?" They quickly broke and turned to see Doc McGhee, 
standing at the open doors of the elevator. 
	"Yes to both questions," Peter laughed as he grabbed 
her hand and led her from the elevator past the amused 
manager. 
	Doc chuckled, "See you in the morning," as he walked 
into the elevator and closed the doors. She didn't have 
time to be embarrassed because they were almost to Peter's 
room. 
	Once inside, they wasted little time continuing what 
they started in the elevator. Their hands exploring each 
others bodies, their mouths locked in a lasting kiss. As he 
removed her clothes, his tongue traced hot trails all over 
her body. She was almost frantic as she removed his 
clothes, afraid she might tear something. Their passion 
came to a climax and they laid in each others arms for the 
rest of the night.
	A few months later-
	"You are being so good for Uncle Peter. Sitting real 
still." Peter sat back and admired his work. Sitting before 
him was a miniature Starchild. "You know you look better 
than your old man with that star," Peter commented as he 
finished Evan's make-up. "After all these years watching 
the guys put on their make-up, I never thought it come in 
handy to know the different patterns." 
	"Thanks for doing this, honey. I could never keep my 
hand steady enough," she said as looked at Evan. Paul went 
to meet Pam at the airport and she wanted to surprise them 
when they got back. Pam was going to come along for the 
rest of the tour, but she would still stay on as Evan's 
nanny to give Pam a break now and then.  That was fine with 
her and Peter. She looked at the ring on her left hand. She 
still thought she was dreaming. Their love grew over the 
past few months and last week he surprised her with a 
marriage proposal and a huge ring. She gave him a quick 
kiss and picked up Evan, "Let's go surprise Mommy and 
Daddy." With that, Evan giggled and hugged her. As she 
carried him out the door, she thought, "Life is definately 
good."