I held my breath counting the seconds until I screamed. One, two. This had to be a mistake. Three, four. They wouldn't do this. Five, six. It wouldn't be right. Seven, eight. I'm a girl and well, I need my own room. Nine, ten. Hopefully Matt understood, or at least the secretary at the desk. Eleven, twelve. But, they didn't and when I asked for a room alone, the hotel manager looked at me like I...