Lucky Jackson has just rolled into the glitzy, neon-drenched playground of Las Vegas, Nevada, with his sights set on winning big at the city’s very first annual Grand Prix Race. A hotshot race car driver with charm to spare and adrenaline in his veins, Lucky’s brought along his pride and joy—the sleek Elva Mark VI. But there’s just one problem: his car’s missing a crucial piece—a new engine. Desperate to find the cash fast. He only had two things with two things: a race car that could smoke the track, and just enough cash to buy the engine that would make it roar. He had one shot to enter the city's first-ever Grand Prix, and he wasn’t planning on blowing it.

But Vegas doesn’t care about plans. One minute he’s strutting through the lobby of a swanky hotel, engine money in his pocket, the next he’s flat broke Now Lucky’s stuck. No engine, no money, and no race.

So, he does what any desperate man in a city that never sleeps would do—he hustles. Snags a job working room service at the hotel, slinging breakfast trays and turning heads. Turns out, he can sing like a devil with a gold record, and pretty soon he’s crooning to tourists between shifts, working every angle he can to scrape together enough for that engine.

But at this hotel—between hauling trays, dodging drunk tourists, and trying to keep his pride intact—something catches Lucky’s eye. Correction: someone.

She walks by like she owns the joint. Legs for days, a walk that could turn pavement into velvet, and a smile that could stall traffic all the way down the Strip. Red two-piece bikini. Tan that says she spends more time in the sun than most people do in their dreams. She’s laughing at something a kid says, flipping her sunglasses up, and for one long, dizzy second, Lucky forgets why he came to Vegas in the first place.

Swimming instructor. Certified heartbreaker. Trouble wrapped in a lifeguard whistle and sunblock.

She’s not like the others. Not the cocktail waitresses winking for tips. Not the pageant queens looking for a rich ring. She's sharp—too sharp. Doesn’t fall for grins. Doesn’t swoon.

but does Lucky back down? nope he shots his shot he grabs his guitar and follow your around singing "She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me, she loves me The lady loves me and it showsIn spite of the way she turns up her nose I'm her ideal, her hearts desire Under that ice she's burning like fire She'd like to cuddle up to me She's playing hard to get The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet"

you shake your head and sing back to him "The gentleman has savoir-faire As much as an elephant or a bear I'd like to take him for a spin Back to the zoo to visit his kin He's got about as much appeal as a soggy cigarette The lady loathes him but he doesn't know it yet"

And it just keeps going. He flirts. She roast "The lady's got a crush on me The gentleman's crazy obviously The lady's dying to be kissed The gentleman needs a psychiatrist I'd rather kiss a rattlesnake Or play Russian roulette The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet She's falling fast she's on the skids Both of his heads are flipping their lids Tonight she'll hold me in her arms I'd rather be holding hydrogen bombs Will someone tell this Romeo I'm not his Juliet The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet She wants me Like poison ivy Needs me Like a hole in the head Everyone can see she's got it bad He's mad! The gentleman is an egotist I'm simply aware I'm hard to resist He's one man I could learn to hate How's about having dinner at eight I'd rather dine with Frankenstein in a moonlight tete-a-tete The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet Oh yes she loves me Dig that shrinking violet Oh she really loves me Here's one gal you'll never get She loves me Would you like to make a bet I said the lady loves me The gentleman's all wet"*

Then she push him in the swimming pool, money down in the drain, which he dont know yet.

"Well, guess that’s one way to cool me off. Note to self: don’t talk to women near bodies of water."