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He was cut off when Sebastian abruptly raced around his desk, grabbed the back of his desk chair, and began rolling him around the large wooden desk.
“What the—? Bash, what are you doing?”
“We don’t have much time.” Sebastian didn’t explain, he just kept rolling the chair containing his brother.
“For what?” Gus dragged his feet along behind.
Sebastian stopped by the door for a millisecond and peeked into the hallway before continuing their journey across the hall into his own office. “Lift your feet. You’re slowing us down.”
“Explain.” Gus pushed down harder against the floor, the soles of his Tom Ford oxfords scraping along the tile floor.
“In a matter of minutes, a beautiful woman with the prettiest brown eyes I have ever seen is going to come here for a meeting about the upcoming Schultz Foundation fundraiser, and I need you to pretend to be me.”
“Is this a joke?”
“I’ve never been more serious.”
Gus burst out laughing as he lifted his feet, allowing the chair to move fluidly.
Sebastian abandoned his brother just inside the door and scrambled to his desk, yanking his own chair back, and shoving it out of the way.
“Why can’t you just be you?” Gus stared at him.
“Because she thinks Sebastian Schultz is cold and unapproachable.”
“You are cold and unapproachable.”
“Screw you.” Sebastian pushed his brother’s chair again, accidentally knocking Gus’s shin against the leg of the desk.
“Ow!” Gus swung a fist and connected with Sebastian’s upper arm.
“Gah! Sorry!”
When the chair was properly positioned, Gus raised an eyebrow at his brother. “Well, if I’m you, then who are you supposed to be?”
“Nobody. I’m Kurtis from Public Relations.”
Laughter exploded from Gus again as Sebastian rolled his own desk chair behind him into the private bathroom in the corner of the room.
“This seems much more like something I would do,” Gus told him.
“I know.” Sebastian peeked out of the bathroom, his eyes moving back and forth between Gus and the open office door. “I don’t ask you for much, brother, but I need you to do this for me. Please.”
“Fine, but I expect a full explanation.”
“Oh man, thank you. I owe you one.” He closed the door behind him and turned the lock.
“Darn right you do.” Gus’s voice was muffled through the door.
Sebastian moved to stand in front of the mirror. He shook his head at the usually logical man before him. He wasn’t one to come up with schemes like this. He liked to think he was a good, honest, and moral man. But the moment he met Genevieve, all common sense flew out the window.
He still wasn’t sure what had prompted him to lie about his identity. He was happy with who he was most days. But the things she’d said about him touched on his deepest insecurities. He didn’t want to be thought of in the way she’d described him, but he knew that’s how people saw him. And it wasn’t completely untrue. He kept his distance, especially from women, and while he loved his family more than anything, it all stemmed from having the Schultz name.
The intercom on the office desk beeped. “Mr. Schultz, Genevieve Willis is here to see you.”
Genevieve Willis.
His heart jumped in his chest, and he moved closer to the door to listen.