The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(24)

“Dylan said if you want to go, you need to get up,” Kelsey said. Jessica sat on the chair next to them.

“He knows when I got in,” Ian said grumpily, sitting up.

“Why were you so late?” Kelsey asked.

“There was an accident on I-5 near Tacoma.” Ian said, unrolling the t-shirt and putting it on. “I was stuck for hours.”


“You sure you don’t want to sleep?” Kelsey asked.

“No way. I haven’t been up here in a year,” Ian replied. “And Dylan’s not going to invite me up.”



True, Kelsey thought. Dylan walked down the stairs.

“Sleeping Ugly awakens,” Dylan said.

“Why did I have to sleep down here?” Ian asked him.

“Because my roommate is a jerk, and I wasn’t in the mood to fight with him about you at 2 a.m.”



“Do I get a bed tonight?”



“No, but you can have the floor,” Dylan replied.

“Maybe I’ll sleep in Kelsey’s room. She likes me,” Ian said, winking at her.

“Kelsey is nice to you out of a misguided belief that I care,” Dylan shot back.

“Brotherly love,” Jessica said under her breath.

“Let’s go. Where’s Ashley?” Dylan said.

“Totally forgot her,” Jessica said.

“I’ll run up,” Kelsey said. She dashed up the stairs and knocked on Ashley’s door. Ashley answered.

“Ready?” Kelsey asked.

“I am. I’m so excited to go with you girls,” Ashley replied. She put on her red fleece and they headed down the stairs.

“Hi, Ashley. This is my brother Ian.”



“Hi, Ian,” Ashley said politely. Ian silently looked at Ashley’s curves.

“Say hello, dummy,” Dylan said, punching him in the arm.

“Hi,” Ian managed to say. Dylan shook his head in exasperation.

“Let’s go,” he said. The five of them walked to the small off-campus parking lot two blocks away. Ian spent his walk ogling Ashley, who had linked arms with Jessica and was discussing Matthew.

“It’s going to be a long weekend,” Dylan said.

“He’s leaving tomorrow,” Kelsey countered.

“Not soon enough,” Dylan said. “And Mom’s forcing me to drive him to the airport. She says he won’t make it on the plane by himself. She didn’t want him to drive up.”



Kelsey laughed. Dylan reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys, which were on a Portland State University Alumni keychain. He pressed the “open door” button, and the lights flashed on Dylan’s BMW.

“I’m not sure we can all fit,” Jessica said, eying the back seat.

“Someone can sit on my lap,” Ian said.

“How gracious,” Dylan said to him. “Or we can strap you to the roof, Mitt Romney-style.” The girls laughed.

“We’ll just squeeze in the back,” Kelsey said. “It isn’t far.” She opened the back door and she, Jessica and Ashley got into the car. Ian frowned as he took the passenger seat and Dylan got into the driver’s side. Seat belts on, Dylan turned the car down Madison.

“Where should we go first?” Dylan asked.

“I’m starving,” Ian said. “Nothing was open when I got to Seattle.”



“If you had gotten here on time, that wouldn’t have been an issue,” Dylan retorted.

“Let’s have lunch,” Kelsey said. “I haven’t been to La Vaca in forever.”



“It’s too bad that great Mexican restaurant on the Hillclimb closed,” Dylan said. “We could have gone there next time.”



The car sped down Madison, through the Central District, past Broadway and into downtown.

“Kels, you want to end up at Target, right?” Dylan asked.

“Yes, if you guys don’t mind.”



“I’ll park there, then,” Dylan said. A few minutes later he drove into the lot and parked. Everyone piled out of the car.

“You know the city pretty well, Dylan,” Ashley said.

“His ex-girlfriend was from Seattle,” Ian volunteered.

“Oh,” Jessica said in surprise.

“Shut up,” Dylan said to Ian.

They walked across 1st Avenue, and began to walk to La Vaca.

“What a cute skirt,” Ashley said, stopping at a window. They walked up the gently sloping hill until they reached the tiny take-out window of La Vaca.

“This is it?” Jessica said in surprise.

“Some of the best Mexican in the city,” Dylan said.

“I guess. There’s already people lining up,” Jessica said. They joined the line and took turns looking at the menu.

“What do you recommend?” Ashley asked.

“I always get a burrito,” Dylan replied. “They’re the best.”



“Where are we going to sit?” Jessica asked, looking around the sidewalk.

“There are tables inside,” Dylan said. “Usually.”



They reached the front and placed their orders. Then they briefly waited until their food was freshly prepared. A few minutes later, Dylan and Ian led the way into one of the market buildings and down a short flight of stairs.