The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(9)

“If there are no further questions, that will be all for now. On your way out, please pick up the schedule for the rest of your first week. Although I won’t be here this afternoon, this small group will be your group for orientation. So you’ll be meeting some of the professors here later today. Feel free to hang back if you have any other questions.” The students stood up and most of them headed out, while a few headed to talk to Keith, who was leaning on the podium. Kelsey noticed that the pretty questioner was in line.

She glanced at her phone as she headed out. Kelsey had silenced it for the presentation.

Where are you? I’m starving! Jessica had asked 10 minutes ago.

We started late. On my way. In the room?

Sitting in front of the Student Center.

I’m going to ask Dylan to join us, Kelsey wrote. She walked out of the room and took one of the schedules which had been left on the table. She noticed that three of the nametags had not been picked up.

Nice! I’ll finally get to meet him! Jessica replied.

Kelsey messaged Dylan, then placed her phone in her pocket and headed down the stairs, behind her fellow students. She noticed that her group seemed to be the only one left in the building. Kelsey walked out into the cool fall day and headed, like most of the rest of the students, to the Student Center. When she arrived, she found Jessica sitting on the low ledges and Dylan standing off to her right. Kelsey waved and they both waved back. Then Jessica and Dylan looked at each other and laughed. They were shaking hands as Kelsey walked up.

“You don’t look anything like Kelsey said,” Jessica was saying.

“I’m much more handsome,” Dylan replied, smiling at Kelsey. She smiled back. It was true. Dylan was tall, slightly built and although he wasn’t her type, Dylan was considered one of the cuter boys in her class at university. He looked at Kelsey with his warm hazel eyes.

“I told her that you only wore fleece,” Kelsey said.

“The sweatshirt threw me off,” Jessica said.

“Plus you cut your hair,” Kelsey said.

“Yeah, you don’t look like your Facebook photo,” Jessica said.

“Have to shine up. I’m a Darrow student now,” he said. “I got the sweatshirt when I went to the bookstore last night. Picked up a few things.”



“You know we’re going to the bookstore with the dorm tonight,” Kelsey said as they walked up the stairs, and walked into the Student Center.

“Yeah, but the airline helpfully misplaced my luggage. That’s why I had to buy a sweatshirt last night. All I had what what was in my carry-on.”



“Oh, no,“ said Jessica. “Have they found it yet?”



“About an hour ago. In Florida. They said they’ll deliver it to me tomorrow.”



“Well, that’s good,” Kelsey said. They followed some students across the spacious hall to the place that Kelsey knew from her past visit led to the dining hall. All of the buildings except Darrow Hall had small cafes, where students and staff could get snacks, but there was only one dining hall on campus.

“Oh, I’m so hungry,” Jessica said as she picked up a tray.

“We don’t need our ID’s yet?” Kelsey asked.

“Your nametag is your ID until this afternoon, Kels. Check the schedule,” Dylan said, lifting a tray. Kelsey nodded, getting a tray of her own and joining the line. Jessica led the way through the hot food line, then headed to the drinks area.

“I’ll grab a table,” she said.

“There’s tons of space,” Dylan grinned. He was right. Almost everyone else had eaten or was finishing up. Anyway, only a third of the law students were on campus this week.


“Starving!” Jessica reminded him as she walked off, balancing her tray.

“Did you eat breakfast, Kels?”



“No time. Remember?”



“Right, right,” he said as they walked to the salad bar. “That was the noisiest door on the planet.”



“On purpose, I bet,” Kelsey said, scooping mixed green salad onto her plate. “I won’t be late again.”



“You’re right!” Dylan said, helping himself to cottage cheese. “How sneaky.”



“Don’t want to be late for court,” Kelsey said.

“Another lesson,” Dylan said. They walked past a bored cashier who was reading. She barely glanced at their nametags before looking back down. They headed for the table where Jessica was eating from her half empty plate.

“Delicious,” Jessica said, picking up a forkful. “Then again, maybe not. I was starving.”



“You should pick up some granola bars or something,” Dylan said, tucking into his own meal. “Not bad,” he said, tasting it. “Better than PSU.”



Kelsey nodded in agreement. Of course her father would say that you get what you pay for. The cost for 3 years at Darrow was more than double the cost of her entire tuition at Portland State. The food was pretty good though. The trio ate in silence as the dining hall began to empty around them.

“We aren’t late again, are we?” Jessica asked as she looked up from her almost empty plate.

“We’re free until 2.” Dylan said.