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“Paying attention?” Ari asked, in a low voice.

Cass managed a nod and a quiet, “Mhm,” that prompted Ari to look back at her. Looking back at her made Ari’s heart skip a beat, she rarely looked at a woman like that.

Trying to recenter herself, Ari turned her attention back to the ball and took a deep breath as she lifted her arms back. She swung, fast and confidently. The driver made contact with the ball with a crack and within milliseconds, the small, white ball was soaring down the pier and toward the Hudson river.

Ari watched as the ball landed, satisfied with the distance.

As she turned back toward Cass, she held the driver out for her.

“Are heels part of the standard golf attire?” Cass asked.

Ari whispered in her ear as she passed, “No, but they do make most things more fun.”

Was she actually flirting with this complete stranger?

Cass raised a brow and let her tongue lightly caress her own upper lip, “Can’t argue with that.”

“So, Ari is not your given name?’ Cass continued.

Ari nodded, watching Cass position herself on the green – her legs limited by her tight skirt.

“It is not. Ariel is too formal. My bosses and my mother are the only people who really say it.”

Cass shrugged as she settled her feet, “Do you dislike being called it?”

“No, it’s just like not very friendly,” Ari said, her forehead scrunching as she watched Cass have decent form.

“You’re either a great visual learner, or you’ve done this before,” Ari said.

Cass nodded and brought her hands back for a swing. There was a force to her swing that Ari hadn’t expected, she had been relatively soft with Ari even though she was quite pushy.

Ari watched as the all landed just past her own

Cass turned and leaned on the club, enjoying the shock on Ari’s face.

“How…” Ari started.

“I’ve dated a few men who’ve enjoyed golf,” Cass admitted.

Ari nodded, “Fair enough.”

She walked closer to take her turn, putting her hand on the club just above Cass’s fingers. She expected Cass to move her fingers, but instead, she leaned in a little closer.

“Do you think you still have things to teach me?” Cass asked.

Ari’s body felt a shock of electricity shoot down her chest straight to her clit. She looked up, into Cass’s eyes.

“I think so. And I have a feeling you have a few things you can teach me,” Ari said, pulling the club closer to herself.

Cass’s breath hitched in her chest as her face turned from surprised to excited, “That’s what I thought.”

* * *

Once their hour of range-time was over, Ari guided Cass out of the building. It was nearly eleven pm and Ari felt like she could talk to Cass for hours more.

As they exited onto the desolate strand outside of Chelsea Piers, Ari asked, “What train do you take?”

“NW all the way to the end of the line,” Cass replied.