For Rachel, sex isn’t dirty; it’s a celebration of life. She doesn’t give it to just anyone, but once she does, she doesn’t slow down.
Rachel, can’t help but notice the luscious man sitting next to her at the bar in Pokey’s Las Vegas restaurant and lounge. Scott seems preoccupied about something, but when he begins mumbling indelicacies about Reverend Robertson, Rachel’s innocent question seems to set inevitable romantic forces in motion.
They go dancing and as the evening progresses, so does their attraction. It’s evident they desire each other, intimately, but Rachel has issues. After just ending a disastrous relationship with Lester, her agent, she's not about to get close to anyone. When Scott casually remarks that like her, he's only interested in getting to know her and if she were sitting naked next to him, he wouldn’t lay a hand on her. She takes him up on it.
This leads to our couple spending an informative though, sexless night, fully naked in her Hilton hotel suite, a test of his resolve and character. Scott has no idea of the sexual adventuress that lies beneath Rachel’s demur, delightfully perky persona and after a wet hot passionate interlude in the shower, the following morning, all hell breaks loose and they wind up making love everywhere. Even in the depths of Hoover Dam.