She's got the high-kicks...
Lainie Terrell is no ordinary single mother. With
feathers in all the right places, she's one of
the hottest showgirls in Vegas. Aside from
a hot-tempered ex-boyfriend on her sequined
tail, Lainie's biggest problem is finding a
decent babysitter for her son. Lainie's
dilemma is solved when she ropes Harry
Ambrewster, the casino's shy-but very smart
and cute-accountant, into the task.

He's got the low-down...
Inheriting his chemist father's high I.Q. and
sexy good looks, Harry has always been
intrigued by Lainie. He isn't thrilled at
the prospect of babysitting, but he'll do
anything to get near the gal who fuels his
craziest fantasies. Then Lainie's
dangerous ex comes knocking...

Their option? Run faster than a pair of net
stockings...
In disguise and on the lam, Lainie's masquerading
as the perfect wife. Harry's doubling
as the he-man protector. But with a set-up this
hot, who's fooling who? When the lights go down,
and the masks come off, a nerd like
Harry could be just the right ignition to set a woman like Lainie on fire...