Doesn't every woman have a secret, sexy alter-ego?
Trained as a stewardess, Maxine develops a fear of flying when she falls for a no-good pilot. He disappears with her money and her heart, leaving her pregnant with no career prospects, no income---and a newborn baby boy.
What's a gal to do? Blessed with a come-hither voice and a voluptuous imagination, Maxine becomes sex goddess India Mcbride when she sets up a phone sex business so she can breastfeed her baby while earning enough money to pay expenses.
And then along comes a polite, charming gentleman caller who captures her lonely heart by getting to know who she really is.
Problem is, Harry's actually a journalist contracted to do an expose on telephone sex workers. He's also a struggling single father with a precocious three-year-old daughter, Sadie, whom he adores. He has no intention of falling for India, but it happens anyway.
So what's a guy to do? If he publishes his story, India will never speak to him again. If he doesn't, he'll lose badly needed income and, worse, credibility.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave--
But Polly, Maxine's barracuda of a lawyer who looks like a model for Victoria's Secret and swears like a stevedore, is determined to find an all-round solution. Except she's totally hopeless at love herself, and now she's gone and fallen for the guy she rammed with her car.
Yakkety Yak! Can anybody find happiness in this mess?