But no one who got to know Reece’s wife would believe such a thing of her.
Richard had initially been stunned when Reece had confessed that he’d found his lovely Alanna through this agency. He’d presumed Reece had met her socially. After all, he had a very active social life. A man of his looks and position could have had his pick of women.
When Richard had asked him outright at the wedding reception why he’d gone to an introduction agency, Reece’s reply had been very to the point, and extremely pragmatic.
“It was a question of time. I wanted a wife and a family, but I didn’t want to be bothered with a traditional courtship. Far too lengthy a process. Whenever I want a property with certain requirements, I get my PA to narrow the field down for me before I look personally. I approached finding a wife the same way. I gave Wives Wanted a list of my requirements and they selected several suitable candidates for me to view via the internet. I chose three who appealed to me. I only had to date each one once and I knew straight away which girl I would marry.”
Richard recalled naïvely asking Reece if it was a case of love at first sight, at which Mike had laughed.
“Reece isn’t interested in love any more,” Mike had drily informed him. “Not after that other bitch did the dirty on him. Isn’t that right, Reece?”
Reece had confirmed that love certainly hadn’t come into the equation, on either side, although he claimed he wouldn’t have married Alanna without some sexual chemistry between them.
Some sexual chemistry?
Richard still considered this a rather outrageous understatement. He’d had several opportunities to observe Reece and Alanna together, both before and after their wedding. To his eyes, the sexual chemistry between them was quite electric, especially on Reece’s part.
Richard had noted at a recent dinner party he’d attended at the Diamonds’ place that Reece had spent an inordinate amount of time watching his beautiful wife talking to the male guest sitting next to her.
Admittedly, Alanna had looked extra stunning that night in a clinging white satin gown that made the most of her physical assets. There hadn’t been a man sitting at that table who hadn’t found his eyes coming back to her all the time, himself included.
Richard thought it was just as well that ethereal-looking blondes with porcelain skin, pale green eyes and tall, willowy figures didn’t overly stir his male hormones. He preferred the more earthy kind of women, with stronger colouring and lush bodies.
Joanna had had black hair, black eyes and a voluptuous figure.
Not that Richard wanted to marry some clone of Joanna. Hell, no. He wanted the second Mrs Richard Crawford to be as far removed from the first as a woman could be. In personality and character, that was. Physically, he’d always been attracted to brunettes with curves. He knew, when he eventually studied the Wives Wanted database, he wouldn’t be selecting any skinny blondes.
“Are you absolutely sure about this?” Reece asked him.
“Absolutely.”
“I presume you’re not looking for love, then.”
“You presume correctly.”
“You want a marriage of convenience. Like mine.”
“Yes.”
Reece frowned. “I’m not sure you’re cut out for a relationship like that, Rich. You’re a bit of a romantic at heart.”
“Not any more, I’m not.”
Richard wished he hadn’t sounded quite so bitter. Reece looked startled. As well he might. Reece knew nothing about Joanna’s betrayal. Men, even the closest of friends, didn’t tell each other things like that.
“I’ve made up my mind about this,” Richard stated firmly.
“Can I ask why?” Reece probed.
“It’s not rocket science, my friend. Just the need for companionship. And some regular sex.”
“You could get that from a girlfriend.”
“I don’t want a girlfriend. I want a wife.”
“Aah, I get the picture. It’s because of the bank. Your position as CEO would be consolidated if you were married.”
Now it was Richard’s turn to be startled. “It has nothing whatsoever to do with the bank. I simply want to be married. I want what you’ve got, Reece. A good-looking woman who’s happy to be my wife, and to have my child.”
“I didn’t realise you wanted a family.”
“Why on earth would you think that?”
Reece shrugged. “You were married to Joanna for two years, more than enough time to have a baby.”
“That was not my doing,” Richard informed his friend, doing his best not to sound cold.
Reece still frowned. “I thought you were happy with Joanna…”