Blind Double Date

The woman standing before him was gorgeous, all curves and long dark hair – exactly Greg’s type of woman. She was vaguely familiar, but a lot of people here were, so he pushed it out of his mind.
“Yes?” he answered.
“I’m Anthea. I’ve just made the winning bid on you,” she said with a ghost of a smile.
“Really? Great. It’s not weird to congratulate you is it, given it’s my company you’ll be getting for the evening?” Greg tried to make a joke. Given her restrained smile, he suspected it had fallen flat.
“Not my company, no,” she said.
“Pardon?” Greg asked, wondering if he’d misheard her in the steadily increasing noise.
“I’ve bought your time, but not your company,” she repeated. “In fact, I have a further proposition for you.”