Welcome to Conception Ridge

welcome to conception ridge chloe maine contents Before He Was Her Headmaster About This Book 1. Lily 2. Sebastian 3. Lily 4. Sebastian 5. Lily 6. Sebastian 7. Lily 8. Sebastian 9. Lily 10. Sebastian 11. Lily 12. Sebastian 13. Lily 14. Sebastian 15. Lily 16. Sebastian 17. Lily Epilogue Above the Shop About This Book 1. Summer 2. Henry 3. Summer 4. Henry 5. Summer 6. Henry 7. Summer 8. Henry 9. Summer 10. Henry 11. Summer 12. Henry 13. Summer 14. Henry 15. Summer 16. Henry 17. Summer 18. Henry 19. Summer 20. Henry 21. Summer 22. Summer 23. Henry 24. Summer Epilogue Santa’s Baby About This Book 1. Neely 2. Ford 3. Neely 4. Ford 5. Neely 6. Ford 7. Neely 8. Ford 9. Neely 10. Neely 11. Ford 12. Neely 13. Neely Epilogue About the Author Previously published. Before He was Her Headmaster, Chloe Maine, 2021 Above the Shop, Chloe Maine, 2021 Santa’s Baby, Chloe Maine, 2021 Cover Design: Chloe Maine, with images licensed from DepositPhotos and fonts licensed from Creative Market www.chloemaine.com All rights reserved. before he was her headmaster an age gap romance my one night stand? he’s sitting behind the headmaster’s desk. We met at a truck stop. The chemistry was immediate, and we both do something out of character: one night, no explanations. The next day, I arrive at my new private school. Now I’m the off-limits forbidden temptation Sebastian Craig can’t forget, and we both try our best to behave. It works for a few weeks…until our secret cravings come tumbling out in the library after hours. How will we keep our private connection hidden until the end of the term? I want to be his sweet girl forever, but the age gap and responsibility of his job might be too much to overcome… 1 lily The bright lights of the truck stop are a relief. As soon as the trucker turns off his big rig, I toss him a twenty-dollar bill and holler a rushed thanks over my shoulder before jumping down to the concrete parking lot below. Hitchhiking after my car broke down was a stupid choice, and I regretted my decision as soon as I got in his truck. We're closer to the city now, so I’ll get a rideshare in the morning to take me to Edgewood Academy. My home for the next three months. My father’s voice rings in my head. “One more term, Lily. Try not to get kicked out of this school.” I hate how it sounds like a taunt because I did nothing to deserve to be kicked out of the other schools. But despite his best efforts, I’m almost done. One more term and I’ll have enough credits to go to college. It doesn’t matter that I’m technically an adult. To access the trust fund left for me by my grandfather, I have to get my high school diploma. I would love to move across the country—or to another country—and lose myself in my studies. I love school. You would think a girl like me would have breezed through the three other private academies my father sent me to. But just like Edgewood Academy will probably be, those schools were repressive and rigid. The opposite of the type of environment I need to thrive. Does my father listen? Nope. He has his own agenda. A dangerous one I want nothing to do with. Getting myself kicked out of my last school only got me a few months of freedom at a public school before my father found another academy to take me in. Take his money, more like it. Everyone tells me I have a chip on my shoulder, but they don’t understand what I know. So to them, I seem like a bitter, rich girl who doesn’t appreciate how good she has it. Edgewood is my last chance to get it right. To be a good girl, a polite girl, a privileged girl who plays by the rules. I can do that. It’s only three months. I’ll be free by Christmas. The irony is, I actually am a good girl. I’ve never been drunk, never had sex, never done any of the drugs that other kids at private schools do. How could I when I know exactly where they come from? I’m just a mouthy brat with an authority problem. I head into the store. There’s a restaurant on the other side and signs for showers. If I play my cards right, I can find a place here to sleep for the night. I’m lingering by the refrigerators of cold drinks, hoping to overhear someone ask the cashier about the showers. Like how much they are, or if anyone would notice if I bunked in one all night—when a tall, broad-shouldered man comes in from the gas station side. He pulls off a sleek black helmet and stops just inside the entrance, rolling his neck like he’s just been on a long motorcycle ride on the highway. He unzips his leather jacket as he stalks in my direction, and when his gaze collides with mine, I quickly look away. But from that moment of connection, heat zaps through me. My chin lifts again as if pulled by an invisible force, and I catch him looking at my legs as he stops a few feet from me. I’m frozen to the spot, which is unfortunate because he clears his throat and points behind me. “Can I…?” I turn and realize he wants a soda. Not looking at my legs. Wondering how to get the awkward girl out of his way. Stammering, I shift sideways, then pretend I’m looking at the orange juice in the next section. “Thirsty?” I jerk my head back to him. He’s really tall, and his hand, when it settles on the handle of the glass door, looks like it’s twice the size of mine. He opens the door and gestures at the juice. “If you want one, I’ll