Oh, No! My Boss Is Hot!

I can't say I hate my job. I work in orbit on interplanetary information traffic. Have to keep the data flowing smoothly, gotta catch any hacking before it starts, need to make sure the servers are running cool, and the staff has to be kept in line and on task.

It's not a bad job, and the pay is great. I'm pretty new here, but I like to think I'm doing okay for myself. Nobody's complained, or I hope they haven't, at least.

And, oh! My boss has called me up to her office. Didn't say why. Is she happy with my work? Do I need to do better? Please, may I be getting a bigger holiday bonus?

I knock on her door, step inside...

And my jaw drops, hanging open like a dazed animal as I stare at her. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I can't move, can't even think. She's still looking at her computer.

Can I get myself together before she turns and sees a slack-jawed idiot instead of a guy with a great job that he likes? Forget a raise, I just don't wanna get fired.