Flying with me

This is a Pilot and a Flight attendant story; Mainly based on @read_between.the_wines (Instagram)/ @samthetravelingham (TikTok) idea, so credits to Kristie!
-Teaser-
She'd just reached her hotel door when his shadow fell over her shoulder.
"Lock it," Jacob said. His voice was low, dangerous in its calm.
Margot turned, breath clouding between them. "Why?"
"Because if I stand here another second, I'll do something I can't take back."
The second stretched; her pulse matched the storm outside.
"What if," she whispered, "I don't lock it?"
Something in him broke loose. He stepped in, close enough that she felt his warmth before the next flicker of light. His hands found the doorframe-caging her, but not touching.
"You shouldn't test me," he said.
"Then stop looking at me like that."
"I can't."
Lightning flashed, painting his face in quick white. Her heart caught on the sound of his breathing.
She cuts off his gaze by turning around and shutting the door with a soft click.
Then the light went out for half a beat-and when it came back, his hand was already on the door handle.
He didn't say another word. And she didn't lock it.
-Blurb-
For private pilot Jacob Hayes, routine is everything-same jet, same family, same silence. Years of flying for the wealthy Carlyles have taught him that order is safer than risk.
Then Margot Farrow joins the crew: younger, bright‑eyed, endlessly talkative. She laughs too easily, asks too much, and disrupts his carefully controlled world.
When the rest of the team begins freezing her out, Jacob's instinct to protect her sparks something he can't ignore. City layovers turn into quiet walks, late conversations, and a bond built somewhere between turbulence and trust.
But one snow‑covered night, jealousy and desire crash through his composure-and Jacob learns that safety doesn't always mean staying grounded.
A grumpy/sunshine, slow‑burn workplace romance about quiet men, loud hearts, and the courage to let someone in, miles in the air.