The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(46)

“Do you want to get something before we start?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” Kelsey replied. She took out her laptop and opened it.

“Here are the issues that I found. I did some research on them as well,” she said, swinging the laptop toward him. Tyler looked at the computer.

“Okay,” Tyler said. He reached into his bag and pulled out an iPad. “Take a look at this, and tell me what you think.” He handed the iPad to Kelsey, who took it.

She looked over the document that Tyler had written, and to her surprise, he had written the complete memorandum. She scrolled down, and discovered that he had found at least three issues that she had missed. Additionally, he had referenced six cases she hadn’t even heard of. She looked up at him. He looked at her expectantly.

“I think we should use yours,” she said. She wasn’t sure how else to comment. His work was twice as good as her own. She handed the iPad back to him.

“We can add a few things from what you wrote,” he said. “The Johnson case was overruled, though,” he commented. “It’s bad law now. Your memo is good, though,” He moved the laptop back to her. “Do you want me to forward mine to you? You can make whatever changes you like.”



Kelsey frowned. “Are you patronizing me?”



Tyler looked at her in surprise. “No,” he said calmly. “What do you mean?”



“Mine is terrible compared to yours,” Kelsey said.

“No, it’s fine,” Tyler replied.

“It clearly isn’t,” Kelsey replied.

“You missed a couple of issues. What’s the big deal?” Tyler said.

“It’s the difference between an A and failing,” Kelsey replied.

“Legal writing is pass / fail,” Tyler said.

“You know what I mean,” Kelsey said.

Tyler took a sip of his coffee. “I think you need to relax, Miss North,” he replied.

“Now you’re patronizing me,” Kelsey pouted.

Tyler laughed. “Look, Kelsey. Do you want me to tell you that your work is crap? Fine, I’ll tell you that if you want. It’s not though. It’s really good for your first memo,” Tyler said.

“And you’ve written hundreds,” Kelsey said.

“I’ve read hundreds,” Tyler said, taking a sip of his drink. “The law isn’t new to me. I grew up with it.”



“Your mother runs an internet company,” Kelsey replied. “Not a law firm.”



“My mother is a lawyer. Everything runs through that filter. Have you heard the story of Goldilocks and the case of breaking and entering?”



Kelsey laughed. “That’s not how I remember it.”



“No?” Tyler asked. “Rapunzel and the story of unlawful detainment?”



“OK, I get the point,” Kelsey said, smiling.

“I thought you might,” Tyler said, sipping the coffee and winking at her. “So do you want me to edit it?”



“Sure, why not?” Kelsey said. “I’ll forward mine to you.”



“Okay,” Tyler said. He placed the iPad back into his bag and Kelsey shut her laptop.

“Are you going to the Hydronic concert this weekend?” she asked him.

“Probably,” he replied. “It seems like the entire campus is going.”



“Are you a fan?” Kelsey asked.

Tyler shrugged. “Zach likes them. Are you?”



“I like them,” Kelsey replied, nodding.

“I wouldn’t have expected that. I thought you only listened to Shakira. You’re full of surprises, Miss North.”



Tyler took a last drink from his cup and stood. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kels.” He picked up his backpack.

“Bye, Tyler,” Kelsey said. As he left, Kelsey wondered how he knew she liked Shakira.



Wednesday evening, Kelsey sat in the library trying to figure out how to improve her draft before she sent it to Tyler. She was so furious with herself that she hadn’t noticed that the case that she cited had been overruled, but when she went back to look it up, there it was. She had simply missed the note. She frowned. She had been in such a hurry that she had missed the obvious.

But it wasn’t really hurry. It was competitiveness. She wasn’t sure what it was about Tyler Olsen that brought out her desire to win. Perhaps it was because he had the aura of someone who had never failed.



On Thursday, Kelsey sat next to Tyler in Property. He was typing into his laptop again.

“Did you get my draft?” she asked him, putting her bag on the table.

“I did. You rewrote it?” Tyler asked, not looking up.

“A little,” Kelsey said.

“You didn’t need to,” Tyler said.

“I thought it couldn’t hurt,” Kelsey replied. Tyler looked at her. He smiled as he went back to his typing.

“Okay,” he replied. “I’ll work on it over the weekend, so we can turn it in next week.”



“Thanks,” Kelsey said as the professor walked in.