Bobby Tom Denton is going to his Texas hometown to shoot his first movie.
Gracie Snow's job is to "handle" him.
Good luck with that.
"There's been a terrible misunderstanding, Mr. Denton. Can't you see that I don't look like a stripper?" Gracie snatched up her suit jacket. "Please. Could we go somewhere private to talk?"
Bobby Tom sighed and uncoiled from his chair. "I s'pose we'd better. But you've got to give me your word you'll keep your clothes on. It wouldn't be fair for me to see you naked when my party guests can't."
"I promise, Mr. Denton, that you will never see me naked."
He looked doubtful. "I don't mean to question your good intentions, honey, but judging from my past history, it might not be that easy for you to resist."
A head-spinning battle of the sexes with Beauty waging war against Brain, except this male beauty has a fine intelligence, and brainy Gracie isn't nearly as ordinary as she thinks.