Jolie blushed at the word "hotel."  Though she was wildly attracted to this man agreeing to meet him at his hotel just seemed patently throwing herself at him in a way she was uncomfortable with presently.  She'd never thought the day would start with inviting a strange man back to her house, but that seemed the obvious and only thing to do.  They couldn't take pictures and give drawing lessons in public.  She'd be embarrassed modeling and distracted from the much needed instruction that it would require to produce any semblance of an illustration.  There was really only one thing to do.<br/><br/>"I don't live very far from here.  Like five minutes.  I'm busy tonight, and I'm sure you're -- I mean, new to town and all, I'm sure you've got a  lot on your plate to get straightened out.  I'm free tomorrow night if that's doable for you.  I can give you directions."<br/><br/>She leaned over and picked up a pencil and paper and smelled his dark, inviting scent as she did.<br/><br/>"I'll draw you a map.  I can do that much.  Then you can teach me more.  If tomorrow night is okay?"<br/>